Harper Hall Investigations Complete Series by Isabel Jordan

Author:Isabel Jordan [Jordan, Isabel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Semi-Charmed, Semi-Human, Semi-Twisted, Semi-Broken, Semi-Sane
Publisher: Isabel Jordan
Published: 2017-12-18T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Falling asleep during beauty pageant orientation was not the best way to make friends among the contestants.

Mischa would just file that tidbit away under “stuff that would’ve been good to know about an hour ago.”

Honestly, who the hell would’ve known there were so many rules in a competition like this! No posing for photos outside the competition, not even selfies, until the show aired. No fraternization with the crew. No use of self-tanners, colored contact lenses or fang extensions. (Really? That was a real thing? Why would anyone do that?) Failure to disclose felony convictions or past indiscretions resulted in automatic disqualification.

Before dozing off, Mischa had gotten some clarification on that last one, because indiscretions was a really broad field. And she’d had some doozies, not even counting her recent panty-less walk of shame.

But, fortunately, none of Mischa’s indiscretions made the list of concerns Barbie had. Apparently in the vampire world, indiscretions usually meant killing humans when in the throes of bloodlust.

Oopsie…don’t you just hate it when that happens?

Miss Texas had jabbed her pointy little elbow into Mischa’s ribs when she’d apparently started snoring. She’d startled awake with a muttered, “What the fuck?”, only to find everyone in the room, Barbie included, giving her the stink eye.

She’d mumbled an apology, but no one seemed to be in a forgiving mood.

Try thirty or forty orgasms, ladies. Perks the mood right up.

But at that point, it didn’t really matter because orientation was over. So, she’d collected her welcome bag and orientation booklet (which she could’ve just read on her own, thank you very much. The whole orientation process was really just a thinly veiled opportunity to let the contestants psych each other out) and strolled to the auditorium, where a photographer was going to be taking headshots of each contestant for the pageant’s marketing efforts.

When she got there, she was surprised that Harper was missing. Mischa assumed her doctor’s appointment was running late. But that presented somewhat of a challenge. She was pretty sure she was the only vampire in the room not wearing makeup, and something told her that Barbie would be pissed to have a headshot of a contestant sporting the natural look. Especially a headshot of her, since she was already on the pageant princess’s shit list.

And that’s when she saw something that would’ve stopped her heart if it still beat. Two somethings, actually. Somethings that most assuredly meant her day was about to get more…complicated.

First of all, the source of her walk of shame rock-bottom had just walked in, wearing a flannel work shirt, left unbuttoned over an ab-hugging, beat-up gray T-shirt. He was carrying some kind of complicated, heavy-looking lighting rig over one shoulder and a video camera and tripod over the other. A tool belt was slung around his lean hips and looked like it belonged there.

He was every girl’s blue-collar fantasy made real, a walking Diet Coke commercial. And his focus was entirely on her. She could feel his gaze moving over her from

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