Excerpt of Passion's Flight by Shannan Albright

"Is that all you got, asshole?" Tegan growled from flat on his back. The damn leech had packed quite a punch, but he'd never let him know that. He rose from the ground, spitting a wad of blood on the alley floor. "You hit like a girl."

The vampire hissed, baring his impressively large fangs, his fingernails lengthening to razor sharp points. Tegan laughed with dark intent. His claws punched out of his hands with the sound of tearing flesh. The dagger sharp points, catching the light from the crescent moon shining above the filthy alley, burst through his knuckles. Forming a fist, he fought off the rank odor of rotten garbage and urine trying for a permanent home in his nostrils.

"Mine are bigger than yours," he said with a menacing smile, wiggling his claws "Game on."