Biting Holiday Honeymoons by Mary Hughes

Author:Mary Hughes
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampire, halloween, paranormal romance, christmas, short story, vampire romance, honeymoon, biting love, mary hughes
Publisher: 7th Octave Publishing

I dressed and followed. The sound of blows led me to the end of the hallway. I thought I’d find Julian tangling with a gaunt rogue vampire, a beautiful woman crumpled at their feet.

But no.

The vampire was dressed as Santa Claus. He was getting the cookies beat out of him by a Mrs. Santa of a woman with white hair, a green London Fog coat and red high-heels. She thrashed Santa with a giant roll of prancing-reindeer wrapping paper.

I’d have laughed but she also bashed at Julian, swinging that gift wrap like a sledgehammer. Julian dodged a particularly nasty crotch shot while he tried to subdue Santa—which put Julian right in the path of her backswing. She cracked one of his kneecaps. Vampires feel everything more, the good and the bad. Julian fell to his uninjured knee with a grimace.

Instantly Mrs. Santa turned back to Santa Vamp. She was just human, but she kept wailing on him until he cringed like a henpecked old elf.

Then she turned her deadly gift-wrap fighting stick on Julian, and this time she aimed for his head.

Julian needed an assist so I ran in to help. Yes, the Clauses outweighed me by a couple hundred pounds, but I’m tricky. I hit the floor and rolled. The Little Bowling Ball That Could. They toppled.

Unfortunately they fell on me. While I gasped for air, Julian twisted up—his knee already healed—pulled Santa Vamp off me and planted his patrol blade in his heart. Santa Vamp tried to pull the knife out but Julian grabbed furred wrists and kept him from it.

As the two vampires battled, the woman scrabbled to her feet and ran away. I dragged in sweet oxygen.

“Stop her,” Santa croaked. Julian’s knife protruded from his chest. It wouldn’t kill a vampire, but it would make circulation and breathing difficult.

“I think not.” My husband, ever the lawyer. Why use one word when three would do?

Santa Vamp expelled his last breath. “Le…stats.” His head thumped back to the floor.

Julian and I exchanged an uncomfortable look. We had nailed the wrong bad guy.

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