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No one knows better than Rhiannon Murphy that one bad corpse can ruin your whole day.
She left behind the flash and sass of Miami for the no-nonsense groove of New York City, eager for a clean slate and a fresh start. A bartender by trade, a loud mouth by choice, and a necromancer by chance; she managed to keep her nifty talent hidden from those around heruntil now.
The deliciously good-looking vampire, Disco, knows her secret. When he strolls into her bar to solicit help investigating the mysterious disappearances of his kind from the city, Rhiannon discovers hes not the kind of person that appreciates the significance of the word no.
But in a world where vampires peddle their blood as the latest and greatest drug of choice, its only a matter of time before the next big thing hits the market. Someone or something is killing vampires to steal their hearts, and unlike Rhiannon, this isnt their first stroll around the undead block.
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I released an exaggerated sigh and lowered my head, dropping my guard just long enough for Disco to make his move. His cold hand grasped my arm and my chin jolted up.
We need to talk.
Let go, Disco. I would have attempted to yank free but Id only embarrass myself. Vampires are strong, unbelievably strong, and his grip would be as unbreakable as steel.
Only if you promise we can talk. His blue eyes flashed, striking against his pale skin and golden blond hair. His face was smooth, his jaw strong and squared. With high cheekbones, straight lean nose, and full lips, he would forever be a twenty-something looker frozen in time.
Not here, I grated between clenched teeth. I glanced around. No one had noticed our little chat yet. I couldnt afford to lose my job. Personal relations during office hours were a big no-no. But this one wouldnt take no for an answer.
Where? His grip loosened and he studied me.
After close, meet me outside, around the back.
I didnt bother snatching my arm free. I waited until he let go before I turned and strode back to the bar. I returned to my spot, apologizing and pouring a free one for the unlucky schmuck with a purple thumb. Tonight was not going to be a good night, and it wasnt even over yet.
I glanced at the clock12:58am. Wonderful.
I was on for another hour, and instead of making the gym for some quality muscle burn, I had a meeting with a guy who scared the piss out of me.
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