The Vampire Bracelet: Erotic Paranormal Romance ( # 2: Blood Genies series) by Sheri Whitefeather Page A
Authors: Sheri Whitefeather
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Nicholas?”
“Either one.”
She decided that she liked Anthony better because he sounded more like a prince. Fairy tale heroes, especially real ones, weren’t supposed to be pains in the butt, even if they drank people’s blood. “They can’t kill anyone, can they? Or turn someone into what they are?” She already knew the answer was no, but she liked being reassured.
“No, Baby Girl. Hybrids can’t do those things.”
“Can they guzzle someone’s blood and make that person weak?” Sometimes she guzzled grape juice. She never pretended it was blood, though. That would be gross.
“Yes, they can do that. But they aren’t supposed to.”
She doubted that Simone or Nicholas would follow the rules. Anthony was different. She trusted him. “Have you ever let any of the gen-vamps drink from you?”
“Only when they haven’t fed for a while. I don’t make a habit of it.”
She touched the side of her neck, poking around to find her vein. “Does it hurt?”
“A little. But mostly it makes you woozy. Like when adults get drunk or take more medication than they should.”
She didn’t know anything about that stuff. But she figured it was similar to when she spun herself around on the grass and toppled over. That was one of her favorite games. But one time she cut herself on a sprinkler and that wasn’t the least bit fun. The sight of her own blood had made her feel sick.
When they stopped talking, Marie wondered what type of wish was important enough to let a gen-vamp make you bleed on purpose. None, she decided. She would never want anything that badly.
Not even when she was grown up.
Chapter One
Marie entered the Chakra Circle, the magic shop Uncle Darrin owned. She was so nervous she could barely think straight. But she slapped a smile on her face. Desperate times called for desperate measures. She just hoped Darrin understood.
“Hey, Baby Girl.” He came around the front counter, greeting her the way he always did.
She embraced him with a loving hug. He was pushing seventy, but he was as striking as ever, with sharp-boned features, longish white hair, and bronzed skin.
She stepped back and lifted the takeout bag she carried. “As promised, I brought lunch. Chicken enchiladas for you. Vegetarian tacos for me. Sides of rice and beans for both of us.” She rattled the bag. “Chips and salsa, too.”
“Great. I’m starving.” He closed the shop, putting a clock sign in the window that said it would reopen in an hour.
They went to the tiny break room and sat across from each other at a cramped table. She set up the food, and he dived in with gusto. She ate cautiously, so as not to give herself a belly ache. When she got anxious, her stomach acted up.
“Uncle?”
“Hmm?”
“I have a favor to ask.”
“Sure. What is it?”
A deep breath. A quick burst of words. “May I borrow a gen-vamp?”
He made a worried expression. “Are you in some sort of trouble? You know I only loan them to people who are truly in need of their magic.”
“I’m not in trouble. But my life isn’t going as planned. I want to get married and start a family.”
“That’s what this is about? You and your boyfriend?”
“I’m certain that Keith would make a great husband. He just needs a push in the right direction.”
“The wishes only last for two weeks,” he reminded her.
“I know.”
“Then tell me, what exactly are you trying to accomplish?”
“My wish would be to have Keith propose within those two weeks and let the rest of it happen naturally.”
“The rest of it? You mean the wedding itself?” He sat back in his chair. “A legitimate marriage with a magic-induced engagement? Something isn’t right with that picture.”
“Please, Uncle. I’m almost forty. My biological clock is ready to bust.”
“You’re thirty-five. You’ve got plenty of time.”
“Not to have babies. It gets tougher the older you get.”
He sighed. “I’d be thrilled for you to have a family.
“Either one.”
She decided that she liked Anthony better because he sounded more like a prince. Fairy tale heroes, especially real ones, weren’t supposed to be pains in the butt, even if they drank people’s blood. “They can’t kill anyone, can they? Or turn someone into what they are?” She already knew the answer was no, but she liked being reassured.
“No, Baby Girl. Hybrids can’t do those things.”
“Can they guzzle someone’s blood and make that person weak?” Sometimes she guzzled grape juice. She never pretended it was blood, though. That would be gross.
“Yes, they can do that. But they aren’t supposed to.”
She doubted that Simone or Nicholas would follow the rules. Anthony was different. She trusted him. “Have you ever let any of the gen-vamps drink from you?”
“Only when they haven’t fed for a while. I don’t make a habit of it.”
She touched the side of her neck, poking around to find her vein. “Does it hurt?”
“A little. But mostly it makes you woozy. Like when adults get drunk or take more medication than they should.”
She didn’t know anything about that stuff. But she figured it was similar to when she spun herself around on the grass and toppled over. That was one of her favorite games. But one time she cut herself on a sprinkler and that wasn’t the least bit fun. The sight of her own blood had made her feel sick.
When they stopped talking, Marie wondered what type of wish was important enough to let a gen-vamp make you bleed on purpose. None, she decided. She would never want anything that badly.
Not even when she was grown up.
Chapter One
Marie entered the Chakra Circle, the magic shop Uncle Darrin owned. She was so nervous she could barely think straight. But she slapped a smile on her face. Desperate times called for desperate measures. She just hoped Darrin understood.
“Hey, Baby Girl.” He came around the front counter, greeting her the way he always did.
She embraced him with a loving hug. He was pushing seventy, but he was as striking as ever, with sharp-boned features, longish white hair, and bronzed skin.
She stepped back and lifted the takeout bag she carried. “As promised, I brought lunch. Chicken enchiladas for you. Vegetarian tacos for me. Sides of rice and beans for both of us.” She rattled the bag. “Chips and salsa, too.”
“Great. I’m starving.” He closed the shop, putting a clock sign in the window that said it would reopen in an hour.
They went to the tiny break room and sat across from each other at a cramped table. She set up the food, and he dived in with gusto. She ate cautiously, so as not to give herself a belly ache. When she got anxious, her stomach acted up.
“Uncle?”
“Hmm?”
“I have a favor to ask.”
“Sure. What is it?”
A deep breath. A quick burst of words. “May I borrow a gen-vamp?”
He made a worried expression. “Are you in some sort of trouble? You know I only loan them to people who are truly in need of their magic.”
“I’m not in trouble. But my life isn’t going as planned. I want to get married and start a family.”
“That’s what this is about? You and your boyfriend?”
“I’m certain that Keith would make a great husband. He just needs a push in the right direction.”
“The wishes only last for two weeks,” he reminded her.
“I know.”
“Then tell me, what exactly are you trying to accomplish?”
“My wish would be to have Keith propose within those two weeks and let the rest of it happen naturally.”
“The rest of it? You mean the wedding itself?” He sat back in his chair. “A legitimate marriage with a magic-induced engagement? Something isn’t right with that picture.”
“Please, Uncle. I’m almost forty. My biological clock is ready to bust.”
“You’re thirty-five. You’ve got plenty of time.”
“Not to have babies. It gets tougher the older you get.”
He sighed. “I’d be thrilled for you to have a family.
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