Coffin Girls (Elegantly Undead: Book 1 of the Coffin Girls Witch Vampire Series) by Aneesa Price Page A

Is it vampires you have something against or is it vampire women?
What is your problem? I know what Raulf’s is and Yves’ is. What’s yours?”
    The strain of the last few days was getting to her and she
was precariously close to erupting. Added to that, she hadn’t had her meal yet
and the lure of the occasional sinner’s blood that they passed by was
increasingly hard to resist. Conall’s blood was hard to resist too. Conall’s
wasn’t a sinner; she could smell the purity of his blood but that vampire
elixir promised a sinful experience. Equally alluring was the way he looked
tonight. He’d also gone for casual chic in dark grey and a deep blue to match
his gorgeous eyes. Anais appreciated a well-groomed man even though she wanted
to rip the grey pants off his well-shaped butt and run her fingers along the
buttons of his shirt until they popped off. Fuck – she was a mental slut –
she’d wanted to do that to Raulf too just a few seconds ago even though they’d
been arguing. Men and hormones were perplexing and driving her nuts -
literally! She beat out that frustration by turning it towards him and poking a
finger into him, strength unrestrained, relishing in his grimaces as she poked
him, vampire-hard.
    She was perilously close to a few truths, so he offered the
least threatening of them, better to cause himself discomfort than create a
situation that threatened the witch species. “You’re my problem,” he stated
quietly. Seeing her about to huff once more, he grasped her arm, drawing her
closer, under the balcony that hung over the sidewalk. He lowered his head so
that her face was adjacent to his and drank in the startled beauty. Dramatics
would not endear him to the current situation.
    Dragging in air, he calmly continued, “I’m attracted to you
and it isn’t a comfortable situation I find myself in when other men are ogling
you. It makes me want to rip their throats out. A witch and a vampire in a
compromising position…I find that the thought of it turns me on when it
shouldn’t. There haven’t been relationships between our kinds for centuries and
yet, I can’t deny this strange attraction I feel for you. I’m witch royalty and
you’re a vampire princess by way of your connection to Yves. It’s not a
comfortable position for a man to see something he wants so much and not be
sure as to whether or not he can have it, knowing that his responsibilities to
others means that he shouldn’t.”
    Anais stared at Conall, unsure of how to respond to his
directness and obvious sincerity. She felt comfortable enough so close to him
that she knew she had to move away now before they did find themselves in a
compromising position on the streets of the Quarter. “Uh..uhmm…” she swallowed,
her throat parched at the intoxicating smell of his blood, heightened by the
sexual tension between them. “I’m afraid that that’s beyond my job description
as liaison.”
    Turning away from Conall, she looked at the others and then
at him, a bright smile pasted onto her face. She pulled from her internal
reserves; the part of her enabled her to act a part with Yves. “There’s quite a
few businesses owned by my kind,” she dared a look directly at Conall and was
satisfied to see that the intensity moved quickly to bemusement, “and yours.
I’m sure that you’d find it quite entertaining as part of your Quarter tour.”
    Amused, Sylvain glided up to them, “I have been nothing but
entertained in your company.” With a naughty glint in his eye, he took her hand
and bent down to place a kiss on it; an old-fashioned male acknowledgement of a
lady’s charms. The look he got from Conall on his way down to Anais’s hand was
exactly what he’d hoped for; murderous thoughts courtesy of barely contained
lust and jealousy. The witch had it bad.
    “Alrighty then,” Anais wasn’t stupid. She’d caught that
inter-play between the two witches. It was more the interaction between friends
than guard and