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Meet one single white vampire. A successful biographer of family, whose latest book has been categorized as a "paranormal romances." He doesn't like sunbathing, garlicky dinners or religious symbols. He does like old-fashioned values, spicy Mexican dishes, warm, nice-smelling necks and plump red lips. Currently, he’s unaware he's seeking a woman to share eternity.
Meet one single white female. She’s the newest editor of Romance at Roundhouse Publishing and has recently discovered a legacy author dying to be broken out. She dislikes "difficult, rude, obnoxious pig-headed writers" – which pretty much sums up her newly discovered author!
Throw the two together, stand back and watch the sparks fly as one unwitting romance writer, who happens to be a vampire, clashes with an editor who wants to drag him (kicking and screaming if need be), into the public eye.
Meet Kate as she meets Lucern:
"Hi. I'm Kate Leever. I hope you got my letter. The mail was so slow and you kept forgetting to send me your phone number, so I thought I'd come visit personally and talk to you about all the publicity possibilities that are opening up for us. I know you're not really interested in partaking of any of them, but I feel sure, once I explain the benefits, you'll reconsider."
Lucern stared at her wide, smiling lips for one mesmerized moment, then gave himself a shake and considered her long, obviously practiced speech. Reconsider? Was that what she wanted? Well, that was easy enough. He reconsidered. It was a quick task.
"No." He closed his door.
Kate stared at the solid wooden panel where Lucern Argeneau's face used to be and could have shrieked with fury. The man was the most difficult, annoying, rude, obnoxious…She pounded at the door… Pigheaded, ignorant… The door whipped open and Kate quickly pasted a blatantly false, but wide - she should get marks for effort - smile on her mouth.
Then later, this happens…
"Oh, my goodness! Oh! I'm so sorry! Oh!" She screeched as she caught sight of the blood coating his face and hair. "Oh God! You've cut your head. Bad!"
Lucern hadn't seen an expression of such horror on anyone's face since the good old days when lunch meant biting into a nice warm neck rather than a nasty cold bag.
"Head wounds bleed a lot." He gave a dismissive wave of his hand, then stood and moved to the sink to rinse his hands. If he didn't wash them, he was going to shock the woman by licking the blood off his hands all the way up to his elbows. The bit of blood he'd managed to consume before she startled him had barely taken the edge off his hunger. |
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