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Sassy, sexy, gorgeous fun, Lynsay Sand’s Single White Vampire had us in gales of laughter. This is the story of another Argeneau brother. Etienne Argeneau's three hundred years of bachelorhood are at an end. He can only "turn" one human in his lifetime, and most of his kind reserved that power for creating a life mate. He has to save Rachel Garrett. He doesn't know her very well, but the beautiful coroner had saved his life and to save hers he would make her immortal.
Rachel Garrett awakes surprised. All she'd wanted was to get off the night shift at the morgue; now here she is staggering to her feet naked and in a strange place. Then she sees the man of her dreams emerging from his… coffin? She just hopes he tastes as good as he looks!
We all the know the importance of first impressions. When Rachel meets Etienne, he’s zipped in a body bag, shot dead. Lo and behold when she begins the autopsy, he twitches…
She'd pulled a bullet out of the guy's heart. He was definitely dead. Dead guys didn't breathe. Determined to get this over with quickly so that she could refrigerate him and stop imagining things, she turned back to his pants and slid one blade of the shears under the material.
"Sorry about this. I hate to ruin a perfectly good pair of pants, but - " She shrugged and started to slice through the material.
"But what?"
Rachel froze at those words, her head jerking toward the face of her newest guest in the morgue. The sight of the man's eyes - open and focused on her - made her shriek and leap back almost tumbling to the ground on shaky legs. Managing to maintain her balance, she gaped in horror. The corpse stared back.
She closed her eyes and re-opened them, but the guy was still laying there looking at her. "This isn't good."
"What isn't good?" he asked with interest.
His voice sounded weak to Rachel. But hey! For a dead guy even a weak voice was a neat trick, she thought then shook her head.
"What isn't good?" he repeated, sounding a little stronger this time.
"I'm hallucinating," She explained politely, then noticed his eyes and paused to stare at them. Rachel had never seen such gorgeous eyes. Like her earlier imaginings they were an unusual silver-blue. She had never seen eyes that unusual shade before, in fact, had she been asked, she would have said they were a scientific impossibility.
Rachel glanced back at her corpse. He wasn't making much sense, but then who said hallucinations had to make sense? Still, she tried to reason with him. " You aren't real. You aren't even sitting up."
"I'm not?"
"No, I just think you are. In reality, you're still really laying there dead. I'm just imagining you sitting up and talking."
"Hmm." He grinned suddenly. It was a nice grin. "How do you know?"
"Because dead men don't sit up and talk," she explained patiently. "Please lay back down now. My head is starting to spin."
"But what if I'm not dead?"
That stumped her for a minute, but then Rachel recalled that she was feverish and he wasn't really sitting up at all. She decided to prove her point to herself and suddenly stepped forward and swung out, expecting her hand to sail through thin air. Instead, it slammed into hard chin. Her corpse cried out in surprised pain, but Rachel hardly noticed, she was busy crying out and leaping away again. Her hand stung from the blow, but she was too busy shrieking to care much. Her dead man was sitting up.
The room that had been spinning moments ago suddenly stopped. Now it began to darken. "Darn. I'm going to faint," she realized with horror, then told her corpse almost apologetically, "I never faint. Really."
Meet the divine Argeneau men… |
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