sight of him.
At that same instant, a strong hand
grips my throat from behind and something pierces my side just
beneath my ribcage. Warm, sticky blood seeps down the side of my
new, flirty dress.
“ Hiya,” growls a deep
voice.
I don’t recognize it, but I know the
scent, and it means trouble.
Vampires. Here?
I struggle against the massive arms
pinning me in place, but I can’t move. My only thought is getting
my E.W. kids out of here before they get hurt.
Across the room, gunshots erupt and
another voice yells above the pulsing music for everyone to exit
the building. Relief speeds my heart while everything around me
slows. They aren’t here for my kids.
Only able to move my eyes, I scan the
room and count six other vamps with weapons around the dance floor.
Knives, guns, baseball bats.
All of this for me? Why?
Amazingly, the kids clear out. Someone
shuts off the music and the silence is eerie in contrast to the
noise from just moments ago.
My eyes fly to a familiar form standing
in front of the outer doors, as if to keep the vamps away from the
kids who have just left. My heart stutters.
Shane. What is he doing ? As I watch, he
pulls a wicked-looking silver blade from his boot.
What?
Now is not the time to play
hero! Not for a human facing vampires . He doesn’t stand a chance.
I glare at him, trying to tell him with
my eyes to get the heck out of here, but he stays.
Sizing up the vamps in Shane’s
vicinity, I try to gauge how much time there is before I absolutely
have to be over there. The vamps are large and muscled, but don’t
look particularly intelligent. That’s an advantage, but
seven-to-one isn’t going to be easy.
I don’t even want to think about what
Shane will think when he sees the real me. But the other choice is
letting him die and I can’t do that.
The knife in my side twists. Apparently
the goon behind me wants a show. I play along, yelping, pretending
to be in pain. It hurts, but it’s a flesh wound, and I’m still
trying to figure a way out of this without getting Shane
killed.
To my horror, it seems Shane intends to
play along too. He steps in our direction, but he’s immediately
intercepted by two of the meatheads, although they don’t touch him.
Interesting.
“ Did you really think you
could gallivant around with someone like him , and the rest of us wouldn’t
notice?” the voice behind me screams.
“ What’re you talking
about?”
The hand tightens around my throat,
cutting off my oxygen. “Don’t play dumb with me, cutie. You’re
already making me late for dinner.”
I don’t have to fake the confusion I
feel. I stay out of the way of other vampires, and in exchange they
let me live my peaceful life. That’s how it’s worked for
two-and-a-half years, so why am I being attacked
tonight?
“ Don’t. Know. What. You.
Mean.” I gasp the words, unable to get enough air into my burning
lungs.
“ You’ve been hanging around
with a Chaser !”
the vamp screeches. “Surely you didn’t think we would just let that
go?”
A Chaser? No way. Chasers track and
kill vampires. I am a vampire. Therefore, I don’t hang out with
Chasers. Not since the mid-nineteenth century, anyway.
Movement across the dance floor pulls
my attention up, although it’s getting hard to concentrate with my
body begging me to change.
Shane’s in a scuffle with one of the
vamps. He punches the monster in the face, breaking his nose, and
disarms him. A human shouldn’t be able to fight with a
vampire—humans don’t have the skills for something like that.
Unless—
Unless…
He’s a Chaser.
The moment I think it, I can’t deny
it.
Shane Campton, the
guy-who’s-not-my-date-but-I-really-wish-he-was, is a
Chaser.
And I’m a vampire.
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buy Unholy Alliance now. Available at all major e-retailers.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
With thanks to first-readers Haley,
Sara, and Jessica, and extreme gratefulness to my editor, Robin.
Ladies, this book wouldn’t
At that same instant, a strong hand
grips my throat from behind and something pierces my side just
beneath my ribcage. Warm, sticky blood seeps down the side of my
new, flirty dress.
“ Hiya,” growls a deep
voice.
I don’t recognize it, but I know the
scent, and it means trouble.
Vampires. Here?
I struggle against the massive arms
pinning me in place, but I can’t move. My only thought is getting
my E.W. kids out of here before they get hurt.
Across the room, gunshots erupt and
another voice yells above the pulsing music for everyone to exit
the building. Relief speeds my heart while everything around me
slows. They aren’t here for my kids.
Only able to move my eyes, I scan the
room and count six other vamps with weapons around the dance floor.
Knives, guns, baseball bats.
All of this for me? Why?
Amazingly, the kids clear out. Someone
shuts off the music and the silence is eerie in contrast to the
noise from just moments ago.
My eyes fly to a familiar form standing
in front of the outer doors, as if to keep the vamps away from the
kids who have just left. My heart stutters.
Shane. What is he doing ? As I watch, he
pulls a wicked-looking silver blade from his boot.
What?
Now is not the time to play
hero! Not for a human facing vampires . He doesn’t stand a chance.
I glare at him, trying to tell him with
my eyes to get the heck out of here, but he stays.
Sizing up the vamps in Shane’s
vicinity, I try to gauge how much time there is before I absolutely
have to be over there. The vamps are large and muscled, but don’t
look particularly intelligent. That’s an advantage, but
seven-to-one isn’t going to be easy.
I don’t even want to think about what
Shane will think when he sees the real me. But the other choice is
letting him die and I can’t do that.
The knife in my side twists. Apparently
the goon behind me wants a show. I play along, yelping, pretending
to be in pain. It hurts, but it’s a flesh wound, and I’m still
trying to figure a way out of this without getting Shane
killed.
To my horror, it seems Shane intends to
play along too. He steps in our direction, but he’s immediately
intercepted by two of the meatheads, although they don’t touch him.
Interesting.
“ Did you really think you
could gallivant around with someone like him , and the rest of us wouldn’t
notice?” the voice behind me screams.
“ What’re you talking
about?”
The hand tightens around my throat,
cutting off my oxygen. “Don’t play dumb with me, cutie. You’re
already making me late for dinner.”
I don’t have to fake the confusion I
feel. I stay out of the way of other vampires, and in exchange they
let me live my peaceful life. That’s how it’s worked for
two-and-a-half years, so why am I being attacked
tonight?
“ Don’t. Know. What. You.
Mean.” I gasp the words, unable to get enough air into my burning
lungs.
“ You’ve been hanging around
with a Chaser !”
the vamp screeches. “Surely you didn’t think we would just let that
go?”
A Chaser? No way. Chasers track and
kill vampires. I am a vampire. Therefore, I don’t hang out with
Chasers. Not since the mid-nineteenth century, anyway.
Movement across the dance floor pulls
my attention up, although it’s getting hard to concentrate with my
body begging me to change.
Shane’s in a scuffle with one of the
vamps. He punches the monster in the face, breaking his nose, and
disarms him. A human shouldn’t be able to fight with a
vampire—humans don’t have the skills for something like that.
Unless—
Unless…
He’s a Chaser.
The moment I think it, I can’t deny
it.
Shane Campton, the
guy-who’s-not-my-date-but-I-really-wish-he-was, is a
Chaser.
And I’m a vampire.
Click here to
buy Unholy Alliance now. Available at all major e-retailers.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
With thanks to first-readers Haley,
Sara, and Jessica, and extreme gratefulness to my editor, Robin.
Ladies, this book wouldn’t
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