VAMPIRE ROMANCE: Moonlight Desires Complete Series (Books 1, 2, &3) (Paranormal Romance Collection, Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance With Sex) (Vampire Romance Boxed Set) by Piquette Fontaine Page A
Authors: Piquette Fontaine
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eye!” That's when Suze noticed that a bandage was wrapped around Luke's index finger, with one digit missing.
She turned around to see a figure staring from the very point in the woods where Luke stumbled out of. Her maternal instincts kicked in and she charged. Once the figure realized what was happening, it started to run away, but Suze was just in too good shape to let the man who severed her son's finger get away. She pulled a maneuver that you really only see in pro wrestling rings: a running jump which led to her wrapping her body around this person's upper half, the momentum of which pinned him to the ground. She laid waste to the guy, alternating punches between his head and his gut until he was too battered, too winded to even move. She got up and ran back to her boy.
“Get in the fucking car! Now!”
Suze, Nate, and Luke ran to the car. Shana did not.
“Shana, get in this car or I swear I will personally crucify you on one of these cross-shaped gravestones. I will!”
Both Luke and Nate were in a state of shock, seeing Suze turn into whatever person this was.
“Suze, I need to go see someone.”
“Get in the car!”
“No.”
“Get in the fucking car!”
“I'm going to see...”
Suze understood. She looked over to the woods to see if the figure had stirred. He had not. “Well, get there quick, before that ape wakes up.”
Shana nodded. “I'll call you soon. Bye Luke.” She waved at her nephew, who was in a total daze.
He still waved back as the car pulled away.
Shana wandered over to the figure that Suze attacked. It was Mr. Clean. His eyes were open, and he was in fact fully alert. Shana thanked him and offered a hand to help him up.
“I will get up off the ground when I know that woman has driven far away. I do not need that again.”
“I said thank you.”
“I did my duty. Leave me to lie here.” And she did.
As always, Baker's tomb was easy to find. Shana wasn't quite sure what she wanted out of him. When she thought of that fleshy patch, she was in fact reviled by his very existence. But Tom was in her past and she didn't really know what her future held. She sat 100 yards from his tomb until it was totally dark out. He emerged with some tools to work on his truck. When she approached, he was tuning something up.
“Baker.”
He turned around and looked away in embarrassment nearly the second he saw her.
She walked up to the truck and leaned against the front of it, just inches away from him. She looked insistently at the vampire's face. He went back to work with his wrench, pretending she wasn't there. She continued to stare.
Still averting his gaze, Baker said, “please leave.”
“No.”
“Please, now.”
“No.”
Shana was bad at following the program today.
He finally looked at her. “What do you want from me?”
“I don't know.”
He shook his head and got back to work.
Finally, “I guess I just want to talk. I always like talking to you.”
He continued, putting more energy into fixing his truck than dealing with Shana. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Anything. I don't know. Tell me a story about what it was like here during the Civil War.”
“The Civil War? They didn't fight that in Cleveland.”
“Yeah, but just what it was like here during that time period. Were there runaway slaves? Did any of them turn into, well, creatures like...”
He smiled at her. “Let's walk.”
And they did. They wandered around the cemetery and let the conversation guide them, as opposed to the other way around. Just like when she was a teen, they found themselves perched against a grave hours later, deep in some pseudo-philosophical discussion that no one in the rest of the world could care about. And as things always went, they found themselves kissing under that very moonlight, perched against a headstone. Something made it more tender than usual, with them stealing one
She turned around to see a figure staring from the very point in the woods where Luke stumbled out of. Her maternal instincts kicked in and she charged. Once the figure realized what was happening, it started to run away, but Suze was just in too good shape to let the man who severed her son's finger get away. She pulled a maneuver that you really only see in pro wrestling rings: a running jump which led to her wrapping her body around this person's upper half, the momentum of which pinned him to the ground. She laid waste to the guy, alternating punches between his head and his gut until he was too battered, too winded to even move. She got up and ran back to her boy.
“Get in the fucking car! Now!”
Suze, Nate, and Luke ran to the car. Shana did not.
“Shana, get in this car or I swear I will personally crucify you on one of these cross-shaped gravestones. I will!”
Both Luke and Nate were in a state of shock, seeing Suze turn into whatever person this was.
“Suze, I need to go see someone.”
“Get in the car!”
“No.”
“Get in the fucking car!”
“I'm going to see...”
Suze understood. She looked over to the woods to see if the figure had stirred. He had not. “Well, get there quick, before that ape wakes up.”
Shana nodded. “I'll call you soon. Bye Luke.” She waved at her nephew, who was in a total daze.
He still waved back as the car pulled away.
Shana wandered over to the figure that Suze attacked. It was Mr. Clean. His eyes were open, and he was in fact fully alert. Shana thanked him and offered a hand to help him up.
“I will get up off the ground when I know that woman has driven far away. I do not need that again.”
“I said thank you.”
“I did my duty. Leave me to lie here.” And she did.
As always, Baker's tomb was easy to find. Shana wasn't quite sure what she wanted out of him. When she thought of that fleshy patch, she was in fact reviled by his very existence. But Tom was in her past and she didn't really know what her future held. She sat 100 yards from his tomb until it was totally dark out. He emerged with some tools to work on his truck. When she approached, he was tuning something up.
“Baker.”
He turned around and looked away in embarrassment nearly the second he saw her.
She walked up to the truck and leaned against the front of it, just inches away from him. She looked insistently at the vampire's face. He went back to work with his wrench, pretending she wasn't there. She continued to stare.
Still averting his gaze, Baker said, “please leave.”
“No.”
“Please, now.”
“No.”
Shana was bad at following the program today.
He finally looked at her. “What do you want from me?”
“I don't know.”
He shook his head and got back to work.
Finally, “I guess I just want to talk. I always like talking to you.”
He continued, putting more energy into fixing his truck than dealing with Shana. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Anything. I don't know. Tell me a story about what it was like here during the Civil War.”
“The Civil War? They didn't fight that in Cleveland.”
“Yeah, but just what it was like here during that time period. Were there runaway slaves? Did any of them turn into, well, creatures like...”
He smiled at her. “Let's walk.”
And they did. They wandered around the cemetery and let the conversation guide them, as opposed to the other way around. Just like when she was a teen, they found themselves perched against a grave hours later, deep in some pseudo-philosophical discussion that no one in the rest of the world could care about. And as things always went, they found themselves kissing under that very moonlight, perched against a headstone. Something made it more tender than usual, with them stealing one
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