Biting Serendipity: April Fools For Love (Biting Love Short Bites Book 4) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Mary Hughes
fighter.
The pack of them pretended to be a normal humans, but little things gave them away, like the violet glow and the extra-long canines. Besides, small town, secrets? Get enough vampires in a small close-knit city like ours, and soon almost everyone knows. Especially three v-curious twenty-somethings in an apartment nicknamed the Fangtastic Flat.
Rebecca dashed from the front door to the bar, where my granny had stripped down to her Humvee timing chain bra. She gently scooped the old woman off and settled her on the floor.
Then the vampire woman pulled out her machetes and flickered mind-numbingly fast back to the front door.
Where a mob of red-eyed, fangy vampires pushed to be first through.
Rebecca whirled her blades like a blender through rogues, a combination of punks, suits, and military types. With meaty thuds, the knives struck home. Blood spurted, vampire parts flying.
That was when I realized we were under attack. My heart surged double-time, fight or flight seizing my body. I flung my tray onto the bar and grabbed my granny’s arm, tugging her away from the carnage, through the patrons sure go be stampeding for the louvered door in back…except they were all just sitting there.
“Miss?” To my left, a blond poodle of a man held up a pitcher. “Refill?” he asked hopefully. At another table, a woman poked a man. “You had all four top trump, and yet you took a partner? You damned mauerer. ”
I swiveled a shocked survey—not only were they just sitting there, they were still drinking and playing cards.
Were they insane?
“Customers!” I may have shrieked it. “Please move quickly and quietly out the back.”
“Ante up,” the card-playing woman said. “Miss?” The man waved the pitcher. No one else paid any attention to me.
“Customers, please listen—”
“ Niemanners! ” Granny bellowed. “Listen up.”
Heads rose.
“Take shelter in the rear, now.” She pointed toward the backroom. I reinforced the gesture with urgent, swooping hands.
Folks rose from their tables and started shuffling back—but not before snatching up their pitchers and glasses. I beat back a frustrated screech. Meiers Corners. I should’ve been grateful they didn’t stop to collect their sheepshead cards and nickels.
Jenny, just emerging through the swinging door, caught my gestures. Her eyes widened on the violence erupting in front. Immediately, she mimicked my flight-attendant moves.
Behind the bar a door opened, entrance to a private stairwell. Camille sashayed through—and stopped.
“Get the fuck out of my bar!” Dropping her coy, seductive act, she sailed like a Valkyrie out from behind the counter, pulling twin blades from thigh sheaths and wading into the fray at the door.
The tension in my body eased a bit. Sure, the two Meiers Corners vampires faced over a dozen rogues, but I’d gathered that our vampires were fast and lethal. This fight was as good as over.
Yeah. Ever hear the old adage, “Don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched?”
Eggs? Meet abacus.
Big hands shoved aside fighting vamps. “What’s wrong with you pansies? Can’t take care of a couple girls? Kill them!”
A broad, scary vampire strode through the mob, shoulders like a bench and cheekbones like plates. Beefy, the kind of chunky muscularity you only see in a serious bodybuilder, wearing a dark business suit.
One-handed, he grabbed Rebecca by the cheeks, giving her a smooshy-face just with his grip.
My heart leaped into my throat and banged triple-time. I started waving bar patrons toward the back like a berserk puppet.
The suited vampire jerked Rebecca’s head, too far, crack. My heart plummeted from my throat to my bowels. That snap of bone will haunt me forever.
She fell under the rail and stayed down. The rush of terror and sick nearly took me out at the knees.
In front, Camille struggled valiantly but alone against all those rogues. If she faltered, the humans just starting to exit through
The pack of them pretended to be a normal humans, but little things gave them away, like the violet glow and the extra-long canines. Besides, small town, secrets? Get enough vampires in a small close-knit city like ours, and soon almost everyone knows. Especially three v-curious twenty-somethings in an apartment nicknamed the Fangtastic Flat.
Rebecca dashed from the front door to the bar, where my granny had stripped down to her Humvee timing chain bra. She gently scooped the old woman off and settled her on the floor.
Then the vampire woman pulled out her machetes and flickered mind-numbingly fast back to the front door.
Where a mob of red-eyed, fangy vampires pushed to be first through.
Rebecca whirled her blades like a blender through rogues, a combination of punks, suits, and military types. With meaty thuds, the knives struck home. Blood spurted, vampire parts flying.
That was when I realized we were under attack. My heart surged double-time, fight or flight seizing my body. I flung my tray onto the bar and grabbed my granny’s arm, tugging her away from the carnage, through the patrons sure go be stampeding for the louvered door in back…except they were all just sitting there.
“Miss?” To my left, a blond poodle of a man held up a pitcher. “Refill?” he asked hopefully. At another table, a woman poked a man. “You had all four top trump, and yet you took a partner? You damned mauerer. ”
I swiveled a shocked survey—not only were they just sitting there, they were still drinking and playing cards.
Were they insane?
“Customers!” I may have shrieked it. “Please move quickly and quietly out the back.”
“Ante up,” the card-playing woman said. “Miss?” The man waved the pitcher. No one else paid any attention to me.
“Customers, please listen—”
“ Niemanners! ” Granny bellowed. “Listen up.”
Heads rose.
“Take shelter in the rear, now.” She pointed toward the backroom. I reinforced the gesture with urgent, swooping hands.
Folks rose from their tables and started shuffling back—but not before snatching up their pitchers and glasses. I beat back a frustrated screech. Meiers Corners. I should’ve been grateful they didn’t stop to collect their sheepshead cards and nickels.
Jenny, just emerging through the swinging door, caught my gestures. Her eyes widened on the violence erupting in front. Immediately, she mimicked my flight-attendant moves.
Behind the bar a door opened, entrance to a private stairwell. Camille sashayed through—and stopped.
“Get the fuck out of my bar!” Dropping her coy, seductive act, she sailed like a Valkyrie out from behind the counter, pulling twin blades from thigh sheaths and wading into the fray at the door.
The tension in my body eased a bit. Sure, the two Meiers Corners vampires faced over a dozen rogues, but I’d gathered that our vampires were fast and lethal. This fight was as good as over.
Yeah. Ever hear the old adage, “Don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched?”
Eggs? Meet abacus.
Big hands shoved aside fighting vamps. “What’s wrong with you pansies? Can’t take care of a couple girls? Kill them!”
A broad, scary vampire strode through the mob, shoulders like a bench and cheekbones like plates. Beefy, the kind of chunky muscularity you only see in a serious bodybuilder, wearing a dark business suit.
One-handed, he grabbed Rebecca by the cheeks, giving her a smooshy-face just with his grip.
My heart leaped into my throat and banged triple-time. I started waving bar patrons toward the back like a berserk puppet.
The suited vampire jerked Rebecca’s head, too far, crack. My heart plummeted from my throat to my bowels. That snap of bone will haunt me forever.
She fell under the rail and stayed down. The rush of terror and sick nearly took me out at the knees.
In front, Camille struggled valiantly but alone against all those rogues. If she faltered, the humans just starting to exit through
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