Bite Me, Volume One by Tracey H. Kitts

Author:Tracey H. Kitts
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampire romance, vampire, vampire stories, paranormal romance, paranormal, Frankenstein
Publisher: Tracey H. Kitts
Published: 2015-07-31T00:00:00+00:00

FRANK AND THE WEREWOLF TAMER

BY

TRACEY H. KITTS

Dedication

To Priscilla for understanding my vision of Frank. This story saved my life. When I was under so much stress I couldn’t stand it, I could work on this book.

Chapter One

It’s hard enough finding a job these days, but try adding the word “vampire” to your resume and you can forget it. At first I thought it would be easy. All I needed to do was find something at night. Most people didn’t want the graveyard shift, or so I thought. The truth is most people don’t want to work with vampires. They want to observe them from a safe distance and the really brave ones want to poke one with a stick.

Sure there were nightclubs that catered to fang bait, but I’d never bartended or waited tables and those positions were filled, even if I had experience. It was for these reasons that my unemployed ass was on its way to Notte Oscura. That’s the name of the large theme park near the beach. It’s Italian for Dark Night. What’s the theme? Anything macabre. They’ve got vampires, werewolves and everything in between. They’ve also got a nightclub that serves blood; it’s called Midnight Jamboree.

I was grateful for my superhuman speed, because my car was out of gas and I couldn’t afford to fill it up. None of this was as depressing as it would have been if I was still human. After all, I didn’t have to worry about buying groceries and willing victims could still be found. Most of the time. The main problem with that was I was a new vampire and hadn’t quite figured out all of my powers of persuasion yet. So, rather than trying to seduce someone and failing utterly, I was going to the club. I had just enough cash for a pint of warm blood.

I stopped running a few feet away from the line outside the front gate and ran a hand through my hair. The line moved quickly. When the vamp at the gate said, “That’ll be thirty-five dollars,” I realized I wasn’t going to be able to afford a drink and the entrance ticket.

Maybe it was my hesitation that brought him to my rescue, but for whatever reason someone said, “I’ve got it.”

I turned toward my savior and saw a handsome man in a dark blue, pinstripe suit. He looked immaculate. His hair was perfect, his skin flawless. He looked too good to be human, but apparently he was because I didn’t sense that he was a vampire and he didn’t smell like anything else. That may sound strange, but my senses are how I tell who or what I’m dealing with.

“Thank you,” I said, offering him a smile.

“May I join you?”

“Sure.” What else could I say after he bought my ticket?

Notte Oscura looks like the biggest Mardi Gras party (with a variety of monsters) known to mankind and it covers several acres. I’ve never been over the entire park. It’s a new attraction to Panama City two years in the making.

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