Real Vampires Have Curves by Gerry Bartlett

Author:Gerry Bartlett
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Published: 2011-01-27T22:19:47.320000+00:00

When not dodging arrows, I still had the store to run. The next night I was adding up receipts when the bells on the front door tinkled. Damian.

"Get out." I battened down the hatches on my mind. No vamp whammy would creep inside tonight.

Valdez barked. Had he read my mind enough to know what Damian had done to me? But I was blocking now. Both of them. And I had the headache to prove it. Valdez just didn't like any man who came sniffing around me. Any man who wasn't Blade.

For a minute I was tempted to let Valdez do his thing. No, I could and would handle this. I gave my dog a mental command and he settled down by the door with a growl. He still kept his eyes on Damian.

"Gloriana, cara." Damian came toward me, hands outstretched. I turned my back on him. As far as I knew vamps had to at least make eye contact to put on the whammy. Of course Damian's power level was off the charts if he could put wild monkey sex in my head.

"You blew it with me, Damian. Give it up."

"I was playing with you, Glory. Giving you a fantasy." He came up behind me and touched my shoulder.

"Back off. Do not touch me."

"What was the harm? We played a little game." He was so close I could feel his warmth, all seventy or so degrees of it. "You were amazing and we had fun."

"You had fun. I should have known you were faking me out." Oh, I wanted to confront him face-to-face. "Trust me. When I'm in the throes of a screaming orgasm, I don't think how lucky I am this handsome man picked poor unworthy me to be his lay."

"I never thought you unworthy." His voice was coaxing. He was trying to whammy me again.

If I stuck my fingers in my ears, I'd just look stupid. I walked over to the radio and turned up the volume. The oldies station was doing a Beatles set. "A Hard Day's Night." Definitely.

"Gloriana. Of course I would choose you. You are desirable, passionate, all woman."

"And you are a first-class creep." Blocking him might not be enough. I didn't trust him not to try to pull another stunt. I got as far away from him as my little shop would allow. Damn it, he was making me look like a fool.

"Let me make it up to you. Please." He touched me again. Of course he'd followed me. I scooted away from him to sort through a stack of sweaters.

"Not listening." I refolded a hot pink one, then put it aside. It would look great on Margie and she was supposed to be by later.

"I'm not giving up, Gloriana. Ouch!"

I turned to see Damian take a glancing blow on the forehead from a depression glass bowl before it hit the floor and shattered. Next, a Coach purse hit Damian on the shoulder. For once I was glad my spirits were around.

Get lost, loser. Harvey in bold letters on the counter.

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