A Quick Bite (A Argeneau Vampires Novel) by Lynsay Sands

What's on the back of the book:
That hot guy tied to
Lissianna Argeneau's bed?
He's not dessert - he's the
main course!

Lissianna has been spending her centuries pining for Mr. Right, not just a quick snack, and this sexy guy she finds in her bed looks like he might be a candidate. But there's another, more pressing issue: her tendency to faint at the sight of blood . . . an especially annoying quirk for a vampire. Of course it doesn't hurt that this man has a delicious-looking neck. What kind of cold-blooded vampire woman could resist a bite of that?

Dr. Gregory Hewitt recovers from the shock of waking up in a stranger's bedroom pretty quickly - once he sees a gorgeous woman about to treat him to a wild night of passion. But is it possible for the good doctor to find true love with a vampire vixen, or will he be just a good meal? That's a question Dr. Greg might be willing to sink his teeth into . . . if he can just get Lissianna to bite.

A piece from the book:
"Let's get this off you," she suggested as she worked at the bow around his neck.
He sighed as it was removed, relaxing on the bed a bit, and Lissianna decided to discard his tie as well.
"There, isn't that better?" she asked, sliding the silk cloth from around his neck.
The man started to nod, then caught himself and scowled instead as she undid the top three buttons of his shirt. "It would be better still if you untied me."
Lissianna smiled with amusement at the way he was struggling with himself, then tried to distract him by running her fingers lightly over the bit of chest she'd revealed. Much to her satisfaction, a shiver wwent through him as her long nails grazed gently across his naked skin. This seduction business was turning out to be easier than she'd feared.
"Untie me." He was trying to be firm, but it was obvious his heart was no longer wholly behind the desire to be free.
Smiling knowingly, Lissianna scraped her fingers lightly down to run along the cloth just above his belt. The provocative action sent his stomach muscles galloping and his breath came out on a little his of air.
"What the hell," he breathed. "There are worse things than being a sex slave."