All Hours Trading

Page Count: 117
Word Count: 34043
Rating: Spicy(PG13)

(MSRP: 4.0000)

I'm Ann Milton, financial planner for the undead and supernaturally challenged. Vampire Lance Cheron is my most important client. I think he sat at the Round Table with King Arthur and they didn't play bridge. Our lives are complicated.

First, a cute stockbroker sits beside me on the train. If only he'd pay for his own ticket. Then Lance's age-old enemy reappears: a dried-up hag after his money. If she's Guinevere, I'll croak. These challenges are nothing compared to my dream: a baby. Undead procreation is impossible. Or is it? Paging Dr. Merlin?

(Pages 117) Spicy - Graphic Language/Violence


"Why did you call me?"

He is walking with me. How can a dead guy move so fast?

I'm about to open the door and flood the hall with sunlight. Is he dense? He'll die. Wait a minute. He should be asleep. Instead he is standing there in faded blue jeans, a gray T-shirt, and beat up black biker boots. His wraparound sunglasses finish the drop undead gorgeous look.

I take a step, hand on the knob, and whip open the door. I feel the heat on my legs. He steps into the light with me. He puts his hand over mine and releases the knob. He swivels me around and closes the door. He takes off the sunglasses and flashes his angry eyes at me.

"Did you mean to fry me, my Angel? You believe in myths and old wives' tales. Nothing stops a summoned vampire. I've seen every trick. I'm eternal. Unlike you."

He thinks he has a right to be pissed. He has no idea. I haven't had any sugar today. I'm ready to gouge out somebody's eyes. I take a step into him and put my hands on my hips.

"What makes you think you can waltz into my house and threaten me? Go back to your little Parisian cupcake. I don't want you here."

I put my hand up and snap my fingers in his face. I'm that mad.

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