Holiday Bites: A Collection of Vampire Paranormal Romances by Michele Bardsley

Author:Michele Bardsley [Bardsley, Michele]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A Freeman Vampire Paranormal Romance Publication
Published: 2014-10-27T23:00:00+00:00

I’ll do anything for publicity.

Below the glaring title was a picture of his mystery woman. She was sitting on the bed in her black-lace bra and panties, the ball gag and cuffs making her look victimized instead of sexy.

“Who the fuck did this?” he demanded. He shoved the flyer toward Steven and Eve. “That’s her. That’s my valentine.”

“Valentine Carter. She’s one of my best friends. I booked all our rooms together.” Eve’s gaze widened. “How the hell did they get this photo? How did they make her dress like that?”

Michael’s fury was tempered by Eve’s confusion. “Her name really is Valentine? And you know her?”

His gaze fell on the ballot. Dominic. God, how could he have been so stupid? He pulled out the business card from his pants pocket and tossed it onto the table. “I met this asshole in the hallway. He must’ve just come from the room. He did that to her.”

“Dominic is gay,” said Steven as he picked up the card. “So, he didn’t create the situation for a sexual thrill. And he is fast friends with Madra Milton.”

Eve grimaced. “Val hasn’t been kind to romance authors in general, but she was particularly vicious about Madra’s work.” Eve folded the flyer in half, though Michael suspected she wanted to tear it into pieces. So did he.

“We have the same publisher,” mused Steven. “The industry rumor is that Madra’s sales have gone south. Her last romance wasn’t picked up, so she’s shopping a mystery.”

“Revenge?” asked Eve skeptically. “You can’t tell me that Val’s blog influenced thousands of readers.”

“Probably not,” agreed Steven. “But Val is a prime scapegoat for her rage. I suspect Dominic drugged her to get the results he wanted.”

“That may explain her eagerness,” said Michael, disappointed that Valentine hadn’t been hot for him. She’d just been hot. But it wasn’t her fault. It was Dominic’s—and Madra Milton’s. “There’s no way to get all the flyers or make a whole conference full of people forget that they’ve seen them.”

Steven smiled. “Then we shall do something else.”

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