Dirty Rotten Vampires 2
Love Me
Madly
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With one undead and the other full of fire, they have two choices -- fight dirty and love madly.
Split (Sophronius) Kryder doesn’t enjoy
hunting demon-mixed vampires -- hell, his daughter is one. Drawn back into the
battle for vampire supremacy, he needs a new partner. The council tossed the
name Tang into the pot so Split figures the vamp must be good. Turns out Tang
Odette has curves and legs that go on, and on. A maddening inferno of desire
ensues, wreaking havoc on his world, and to possess her Split plans to fight
dirty… and win.
The new slayer assigned to Tangerine Odette
is an ancient, chauvinistic, and cold-ass vampire she plans to ditch
immediately. His superior attitude drives her crazy. Doesn’t help any that each
time she’s near him her body heats up more than a pit in hell. Maybe if she
gives the old jackass a taste of what he pines for, he’ll whimper away into a
corner and leave her to fight.
“I
should still rip your heart out for touching her.” Considering everything, the
night had passed quietly.
“Zef,
I couldn’t help it.” Split glared at the man across the bar. “You fared no
better with her mother. Their heat, the delicious scent, shit, I grew tired of
feeling cold and lonely.”
“I
loved her mother until the day Satan snatched life from her.”
Seeing
the sadness in his eyes, understanding the pain, Split sympathized. “I know the
sorrow you suffer.”
“We
cannot allow the council to continue these horrid experiments, and possessing
Avista’s potions, they can possibly change them to be…”
“The
dirty, rotten vampires we are.” Split had hunted rogues with Vig and Zef,
exchanging blood a myriad of times permitting him a glimpse of the older vamps
mind.
“Or
continuing being undead depending on how you look at it,” He studied Split
hard. “If I didn’t know your mind, I’d still kill you.”
“A,
stay out of my head or I will smack you down. B, you know nothing about what I
feel.”
“I
hadn’t expected such anger.”
“She’ll
calm down.”
“Will
they both be safe with Vigier?”
“Well,
I know one of them will. Did you see how he looked at Kiwi?” Shaking his head,
Split chuckled. “Zef, what the hell is up with the names?” Not that he didn’t
love the sound of Tangerine playing through his mind, but Split was curious.
“Their
mother rarely came above and when she did she craved exotic fruits.” Zef
wrinkled his nose. “Imagine calling them Pomegranate or Carambola.”
“At
least Vig is with us.”
“I
was not sure initially.”
Swallowing
the liquor in one shot warmed Split, bringing to mind the fire he’d found
between Tang’s thighs.
“Jesus,
Split!”
“Hell,
I’m sorry.”
“About
what?” Ringer had popped into the room. “Never mind, I hear it loud and clear.”
“We’ve
got to work together; therefore, can we make a deal to steer clear of each
other’s mental paths.” Split didn’t want anyone delving into his feelings or
other things he might do if opportunity once again presented itself.
Frigid
air swept the space. “I can’t remain in a place so damn cold.” All heads turned
to see Tang rubbing her arms in an effort to warm up in front of the window
where Vigier had unceremoniously deposited the demi-vamp.
Lines
puckered Vig’s mouth, and the dip in temperature spoke volumes. Evidently, the
councilman had had his fill of caretaking and it appeared he no longer cared
how frigid it was, unavoidable considering the age of the vamps seated around
the bar. “This place does smack of a meat locker.” Snapping his fingers blasted
the temp up enough to take the chill away. He glowered at Split. “She wasn’t
like this until she spent time in your company.”
“You
and your ilk raised her.” Split shrugged. “I tried cooling her off.” He let the
vision of Tang slipping into cold bath water run into her mind. “Guess it
didn’t work.”
“Childish
bunch of bastards.” She stomped across the room and harangued Zef. “What the
hell are these?” Pulling her dark blonde hair back showed a tiny knob on each
side of her head. “They’re growing.” Tapping the toe of her foot, she squinted.
“Do not expect me to care for you, you…”
“I
think they’re kind of cute.” Split rounded the bar and took a closer look
before rubbing one of the bumps. Heat slowly pulsed through his hand. “Shit,
Zef, you need to tell her about her mother.” Using his other hand, he touched
Tang again.
“Do
it once more, prick, I’ll break your fingers.”
“See
what I mean?” Vig shook his head. “Disrespectful of her elders and she needs to
have her potty mouth washed out.”
“Stop!”
Split noticed her red eyes blinked rapidly. Tang was afraid. “Honey, it’s
okay.”
“You
don’t remember me at all, do you?” Zef pretended indifference, but Split felt
sure the other vamps sensed pain squeezing his heart. “Your mother was not a
demi-vamp.”
“What?”
“She was completely demon.”
Dirty Rotten Vampires 1
Hurt Me Good
A cold heart plus hot blood sweetens the pain.
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Barringer Ganteau has hunted enough
demon-mixed vampires to last a million lifetimes. His wish is to see all
demi-vamps maimed, preferably dead. Single-handedly, he attempts to vanquish
the scourge of mixed breeds from the face of the earth. Then Ringer meets
Armada, a demi-vamp with the power to deliver the kind of pain he desires and
melt his frozen heart.
Armada comes from Haiti, carrying the exotic
heat of the islands and her kind with her. When she faces a cold-hearted
vampire, a being superior to her mixed heritage, she vows to hate him as much
as he hates her. Armada hadn’t reckoned with the vamp’s ability to use pain to
bring out a side of her she had not known existed.
Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.
