Gentlemen Prefer Voodoo by Angie Fox

Author:Angie Fox
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Paranormal, General, Romance, Fantasy, American, Zombies, Fiction, Short Stories, Love stories
ISBN: 9780843963601
Publisher: Leisure Books
Published: 2007-01-02T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

For the first time, Amie regretted the mirrors on her ceiling. They used to be fun and funky. Now all she could do was stare at herself lying in bed amid an immense pile of books she’d dragged in from her library.

Past the sleeping zombie.

At least someone was getting some rest. It was five in the morning—nearly dawn. Amie stared at her reflection. Her hair frizzed at odd angles, her eyelids had puffed to twice the normal size, and she had a line down the side of her face from falling asleep on top of a hardback collector’s edition of Out of the Darkness: The Ethnobiology of the Modern Zombie.

She looked like hell. And why not? She’d certainly put herself through it in the last five hours. Five hours? Is that all it took to ruin a life?

The past night had been a disaster.

Well, except for that kiss. And the strong beat of his heart on the palm of her hand. The gesture had been oddly comforting. It made her feel safe, which was ridiculous.

Dante was dangerous, unpredictable. She shouldn’t like it. Men like him were nothing but trouble.

She wriggled at the memory of Dante—all of him—as he pulled her flush against him and kissed her senseless. Well, there was nothing wrong with having a moment or two. She couldn’t deny that she enjoyed his touch. She just needed to keep things in perspective. The only difference between this and her mother’s failed attempts at love was that Amie knew Dante was going to leave.

A zombie will deteriorate and die again once it has fulfilled its purpose or once the voodoo mambo no longer requires its services.

She refused to let him hurt her on the way out.

Amie rubbed her eyes, red and gritty from lack of sleep. Why hadn’t she gotten a zombie who would clean her shop? Or keep Isoke from chasing alligators? But no. She’d called up a man who wanted to make her fall in love with him. Amie tensed as she heard him moan in his sleep. She could almost see him stretched out shirtless on her green La-Z-Boy. Part of her couldn’t believe a man like that wanted her. Zombies wouldn’t come unless they were called to do something they wanted to do.

She rolled over into the pillow. Bosou! What was she thinking?

This time yesterday, she’d been totally in control. Oh for the days of all work and no play, when men were boring and life made sense.

What she’d discovered reading through her research books, well, she still couldn’t believe it. Amie rolled to her side and reached for a thick red book with a broken spine. She’d snapped the binding when she threw it off the bed earlier this morning. She brushed through its crushed opening pages. Her fault, when she’d fisted them out of sheer astonishment. She opened the book to the place she didn’t really want to see again. Still, she had to look. It was like a shocking accident—she couldn’t look away.

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