Dying to Live (Hightower #3) by Annie Alvarez

Author:Annie Alvarez [Alvarez, Annie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotica, Fantasy, Lesbian Romance, Novella, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, Vampires, Witches
Goodreads: 7114685
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Published: 2009-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

I felt hands tugging at my shoulder and immediately my hunger roared. That’s a bad side effect of being a vamp—we want to feed as we wake up and it usually takes a moment to realize where we are. We wake up disoriented a lot.

Stacia leaned next to me, holding up a large towel. “Mistress Tamara wanted me to wake you.” She paused. “You might want to get up slowly.”

“Are we back yet? Did this blasted thing dock all ready?”

“No, so to speak. We are at the Hightower’s private island. Tamara and Celeste went ashore a few hours ago.”

“Together?”

“Izzy, if I were you, I’d get up and go find them. Why give Celeste another minute alone with Mistress T’mra?” Stacia smiled.

She made a good point. I got up and wrapped the scratchy towel around me. “Give me a minute to get dressed and we can go in together.” I headed into the living room and while passing a large, full-length mirror, glanced at it wondering how bad my hair looked and stopped dead in my tracks. I backed up to get a better view and screamed in horror as I dropped the towel. I was as red as a boiled lobster. They left me out on the deck to get sunburned and not one of them tried to turn me over.

Stacia and half the crew ran in. “I heard you scream,” Stacia said. “Are you okay?”

“Look at me,” I yelled. “I’m ready to be served for dinner.”

Stacia laughed.

“It’s not funny so stop laughing!” I scolded her.

“I’m trying.” She laughed so hard the tears flowed down her face.

“What am I supposed to do now?” My skin had started to burn.

“Perhaps I could take you more seriously if you weren’t standing naked with your arms held out in front of you.” She laughed so hard, she had started snorting instead of breathing while more tears fell from her face. She dropped onto the couch.

Great. Stacia, the heartless human found this comical. I’m doomed. I looked in the mirror and she was right. I was a sight for sore eyes. “Help me. I’m burning,” I pleaded.

Apparently, that was just hilarious because it sent her into another laughing fit.

“You…need…to…feed…maybe,” she said, every word between gasps of mirth.

“Maybe? Aren’t you sure?”

And that’s all it took to send her into another fit. I gave up. I slowly stumbled my way into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. I caught another glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked pathetic and knew every inch of me would hurt. I fell back on the waterbed, wallowing in self-pity.

Knock! Knock!

“What?” I snarled, wanting to be alone.

“Dinner’s ready.”

I knew that voice and with a sense of humor like that, it had to be Vicky. We both worked as Donors at Kaley’s center before I was turned. We had become friends, yet I couldn’t let her see me like this. I didn’t care about the sunburn. I worried about my new status as a vamp. “Go away,” I whined.

“I can’t. Stacia threatened to throw me overboard if I didn’t do this.

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