mother had brought from the “old” country, and approached the forest.
Entering the dense growth, I wandered around a good thirty seconds, making sure that I touched every branch I could reach to give my brothers something to lure them into the trees. I’d just stopped to check the status of my heels (no mud yet) when I heard the faint ring of a bell that indicated the hunt had begun.
Taking a deep breath, I leapt straight up toward a very high branch that overlooked the stretch of grass that surrounded the house, perched on the edge, and held my breath. I didn’t see them so much as I sensed them as they rushed toward me, plunged into the forest, and headed straight past.
Smell first and think later. That was my family.
They expected me to try to outdistance them and probably figured I’d be running for my life. But I was smarter than that.
And much more of a chicken.
I counted at least six sets of footsteps before I dropped to my feet and started toward the rear of the main house. I was just about to barricade myself in the pool house and play a few games of solitaire on my BlackBerry when I smelled the faint scent of rum sauce.
I headed around the pool toward the patio and came to a staggering halt when I saw the vamp sitting in one of my mother’s wrought-iron lawn chairs.
Okay, so I’d never been that good in math. Obviously, Wilson hadn’t followed the others and my count had been off. Rather, he was staring up at the sky as if mentally tabulating the number of stars.
“Gotcha!” I came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
He bolted to his feet and whirled on me, lips drawn back, fangs bared.
I leapt back.
“Lilliana?” The fangs retracted. “What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here?” I eyed him. “I know what you’re not doing. I’ve been standing in the trees over there waiting for you to pick up my scent.” I’m such a good actress. “You haven’t budged an inch.”
He shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets. “I didn’t come here to hunt.”
“You came here for a multiorgasmic vamp.”
He nodded. “Both my brothers have been committed for over one hundred years. My first sister-in-law scores an eleven on the Orgasm Quotient. Number two ranks a ten. I’m the only one in my family who doesn’t even have a decent prospect.”
I started to realize that Wilson wasn’t alone because he didn’t get out much. And my mother thinks I’m picky?
“I’m not exactly what you were looking for, am I?” I asked him.
“I need at least a ten when it comes to orgasms, otherwise I’ll be the disgrace of the Harvey clan.”
He looked so disappointed that I had the sudden urge to tell him that I’d lied and I could do an easy dozen (see the good actress comment above). A baker’s dozen if I was really turned on and the sex involved whipped cream and serious toe-licking.
Yeah, a voice whispered. Like a gazillion years ago.
I ignored the voice. Time had not, in any way, shape, or form, diminished my orgasmic level.
At least that’s what I was telling myself.
“Listen, if you’re dead set on ten,” I told Wilson, “I think I can help you out. I don’t know if my mother mentioned it, but I run a matchmaking service.” I pulled a card out of my pocket and handed it to him. “I could help you find a suitable eternity mate.”
He eyed the card. “Your mother said you managed the second NYU location of Midnight Moe’s.”
“That’s in my next lifetime.” The trees trembled around me, and in the far-off distance I could hear footsteps heading back through the trees toward the house. “Now I’m all about hook-ups,” I rushed on. “And I would be happy to help you find that special someone. For a fee, of course.” The footsteps grew louder, my heart pounded faster, and the safety of the pool house seemed miles away. I could practically feel my beaded net cardigan tremble in fear. “But I’d be willing to give you a nice discount in
Entering the dense growth, I wandered around a good thirty seconds, making sure that I touched every branch I could reach to give my brothers something to lure them into the trees. I’d just stopped to check the status of my heels (no mud yet) when I heard the faint ring of a bell that indicated the hunt had begun.
Taking a deep breath, I leapt straight up toward a very high branch that overlooked the stretch of grass that surrounded the house, perched on the edge, and held my breath. I didn’t see them so much as I sensed them as they rushed toward me, plunged into the forest, and headed straight past.
Smell first and think later. That was my family.
They expected me to try to outdistance them and probably figured I’d be running for my life. But I was smarter than that.
And much more of a chicken.
I counted at least six sets of footsteps before I dropped to my feet and started toward the rear of the main house. I was just about to barricade myself in the pool house and play a few games of solitaire on my BlackBerry when I smelled the faint scent of rum sauce.
I headed around the pool toward the patio and came to a staggering halt when I saw the vamp sitting in one of my mother’s wrought-iron lawn chairs.
Okay, so I’d never been that good in math. Obviously, Wilson hadn’t followed the others and my count had been off. Rather, he was staring up at the sky as if mentally tabulating the number of stars.
“Gotcha!” I came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
He bolted to his feet and whirled on me, lips drawn back, fangs bared.
I leapt back.
“Lilliana?” The fangs retracted. “What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here?” I eyed him. “I know what you’re not doing. I’ve been standing in the trees over there waiting for you to pick up my scent.” I’m such a good actress. “You haven’t budged an inch.”
He shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets. “I didn’t come here to hunt.”
“You came here for a multiorgasmic vamp.”
He nodded. “Both my brothers have been committed for over one hundred years. My first sister-in-law scores an eleven on the Orgasm Quotient. Number two ranks a ten. I’m the only one in my family who doesn’t even have a decent prospect.”
I started to realize that Wilson wasn’t alone because he didn’t get out much. And my mother thinks I’m picky?
“I’m not exactly what you were looking for, am I?” I asked him.
“I need at least a ten when it comes to orgasms, otherwise I’ll be the disgrace of the Harvey clan.”
He looked so disappointed that I had the sudden urge to tell him that I’d lied and I could do an easy dozen (see the good actress comment above). A baker’s dozen if I was really turned on and the sex involved whipped cream and serious toe-licking.
Yeah, a voice whispered. Like a gazillion years ago.
I ignored the voice. Time had not, in any way, shape, or form, diminished my orgasmic level.
At least that’s what I was telling myself.
“Listen, if you’re dead set on ten,” I told Wilson, “I think I can help you out. I don’t know if my mother mentioned it, but I run a matchmaking service.” I pulled a card out of my pocket and handed it to him. “I could help you find a suitable eternity mate.”
He eyed the card. “Your mother said you managed the second NYU location of Midnight Moe’s.”
“That’s in my next lifetime.” The trees trembled around me, and in the far-off distance I could hear footsteps heading back through the trees toward the house. “Now I’m all about hook-ups,” I rushed on. “And I would be happy to help you find that special someone. For a fee, of course.” The footsteps grew louder, my heart pounded faster, and the safety of the pool house seemed miles away. I could practically feel my beaded net cardigan tremble in fear. “But I’d be willing to give you a nice discount in
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