Popcorn, Vampires and Forbidden Shenanigans (Grimstone Island) by Rochelle Pearson

Author:Rochelle Pearson [Pearson, Rochelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Robyn peterman Kristin painter renee George Dakota cassidy, Nocturne falls universe nocturne falls paranormal romantic comedy werewolf romance
Publisher: Rochelle Pearson
Published: 2018-07-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

The next morning, I devour another insanely amazing breakfast—a meat lover’s omelet with sausage, ham, and bacon, then camp out in the giant living room where I had the Golden Girls playing on the theatre sized screen. Singing along with the intro.

“Thank you for being my—SON OF A BITCH!” I nearly die a thousand times over again when Mezzasalma suddenly appears at my side. Her face is revealed to me now more than it was in her room. Pale skin, wrinkle free and emphasized in heavy, artfully done make-up. Obviously living an immortal life gave her years of talented eyeliner applying skills.

Lucky.

I attempt the seductive, cat eye; it ends in me impersonating a waterlogged drag queen version of Cleopatra.

Meezie—I’m gonna call her that—hops on to the couch right next to me, leaving no space between us.

Um...

It’s not so bad, though, given her close proximity. She smells like garlic and Chanel no.5.

Nice.

“I want to be Blanche when I grow up.” Mezzie speaks. Her voice is pleasantly gravelly. I recover and nod, glancing nervously her way. She’s fixed on the TV screen. A small smile forming.

“Me too,” I say. Who wouldn’t?

“Pause it, hon.” She hops down to the floor and leans in to mush my cheeks, affectionately. “I’ll get Emmett to whip up snacks. You gotta problem drinking before noon?”

“Nmm,” I shake my head, “no.” Mezzie winks.

“Good girl. Be right back.”

***

We were down two seasons, the day waning close to a sunsetting end. I’d eaten cream puffs, sugared strawberries, and jellied biscuits. Thank gods for a superb wolfy metabolism. Mezzie ate her blood added versions, we toasted our glasses of champagne several times throughout the hours.

And each time, I don’t miss the flask and scent of bourbon she pours into her cup.

She’s like my granny Lola.

During hilarious skits of Dorothy and the girls on screen that crack Mezzie up, I receive check in texts from my friends. Most know I’m M.I.A. at Gavin’s place. Piper messages that she’s in Canada with her folks. Nothing on Lucas. A new email, addressed from Jonathan’s base. It was a selfie of him, dressed in beige camo gear, standing in a knee high yellow grass field. Beside him smiles his brother, Lenny. All looking sweaty and tan, but seeming to enjoy themselves.

Kicking ass and missing you.

I smile. Then reply: Being lazy and missing you too.

A few texts from family: Apparently Uncle Liam and his banjo now perform on a newly built stage smack dab in the center of the Grill. Devil Motherfucker, a.k.a. one of my older brothers, Devin, has been temporarily banned from the supermarket. How fun. It’s not the first time a Lovell isn’t allowed to step 100 feet in a specific area. Ma and Pops were doing fine. They know I’m here at Gavin’s too.

But speaking of him, no messages from Vamp Man. Oh, well.

I’ll call later asking how the meeting went and what he and his colleagues are doing tonight. It’s Friday after all. Though, I wasn’t sure about time zones. Anyway, at this moment, Piper, Lucas and I would be getting dressed for Club Kitty.

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