Coauthored with Truly Bellamy
Emma got the house in the divorce. She didn’t know it came with a sleeping vampire.
Emma looks forward to the biggest challenge of her career as an art conservator - restoring her newly acquired shabby Victorian home to its former glory. She didn’t plan on the upgrades including a panicked vampire in her attic. The bite on her neck proves he’s a danger, but she can’t stop thinking about how good it made her feel.
Micah’s not sure who’s the bigger threat - his sire or the woman trying to stake him with an umbrella.
Micah only planned to sleep for fifty years to break the mental bond with the abusive vampire who sired him. Instead, he was unconscious for over a century and woke to a changed world. Giant crafts speed through the sky, buildings stretch to the clouds, and a strange woman is living in his home. His mortal friend is long dead and his connection to his sire is still intact.
It’s only a matter of time before Vanessa finds Micah. Can Emma help him navigate this modern age while Micah attempts to break his bond?
A thump sounded above my head, followed by hurried footsteps. They headed in one direction before backtracking and pounded down the stairs. Emma bounded into view, her body wrapped in a thin blanket, brandishing a cane-handle umbrella. Her little dog followed, barking wildly, but notably stayed at her heels.
"Oh no, you don't! Get out of my house! Don't make me use this," she said, pointing it at me with a shaking arm. Her words were punctuated when the umbrella abruptly opened and obstructed my view. "Fuck..."
That was the last thing I expected to be confronted with. After dealing with the mental threats of my sire, I couldn't help my reaction. I managed to clamp my jaws shut, turning my guffaw into a snort. My aborted laugh only angered her further. She struggled with the umbrella with one hand, muttering about the stupid snap, only to lower it and glare at me over the open canopy.
"You see that steel tip? I can still stab you with it."
READ MOREThe smirk fell off my face. Despite the fact the top of her head barely came to my shoulder, she still was a threat. Steel could injure me, but it wouldn't do the real harm wood would. I held up my hands and backed away, hoping she was willing to give me information. "Can you tell me what year it is?"
"What?"
"What year is it?"
"It's the year you get the fuck out of my house!" She took a hesitant step forward, umbrella still held before her. "You bit me, you freak. I'm bleeding!"
I wished she hadn't drawn attention to it. I could smell the coppery scent of her blood calling me to attack her again. My fangs throbbed. I ground them together, trying to grasp tightly to my self-control. "What. Year. Is. It?"
"2026, asshole. What year is it on your planet?"
"No." I backed away from her into the dark and empty parlor. "No! No! No!" Not only had I overslept, but that damned mental link, the reason for me going into hibernation, remained unbroken! My back slammed against the wall. My hands pressed to my eyes as I slid down the wall. All our careful planning. All that time, wasted! For nothing!
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