About Fuchsia: Fanged Trouble
by Winnie Jerome
87 pages / 20800 words
ISBN: 978-1-61404-010-7
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Shifters and vampires never mix, even shaken or stirred. That's the
lesson Adam has learned, but now he has to fake becoming bonded to his
biggest enemy, Philippe, for the good of his clan. To say the two of
them don't get along is like saying a volcano is a little hot.
Philippe is gorgeous and sexy as hell, but he's also a king-sized snob,
which is a turn off to down-to-Earth Adam. Soon Adam may have to change
his tune, though, because zombies invade the city intending to make a
tasty snack out of anything that moves, and the only person he can turn
to for help is Philippe, even though he'd rather eat his own leg.
Sample
The slim crescent of the waning moon shone down on a group of five men
who were gathered in a dark alley. They appeared to vary in age from early
to mid-twenties, were of varying heights, and all were dressed in T-shirts
and jeans. Even in the dim light, the visible bulk of their large muscles
and the unnatural grace of their huge bodies hinted toward the group's true
nature. Four of them huddled as best as they could manage around to the
tallest and strongest shifter while he spoke -- he was six foot six and he
had an unmistakable air of authority.
"You've all been e-mailed the plan. Any questions?" the leader finished.
A baby-faced blond replied, "Adam, are you sure we won't get in trouble? If
we violate the cease-fire your dad will rip out our throats."
Adam ruffled his best friend's hair. "We'll be fine, Dylan. I've figured it
all out."
"But isn't Philippe still pissed off at you?"
Adam's white teeth glinted in the moonlight. "That's why this is so going to
be worth it. I'm tired of staying on our side of the line while the vampires
drag their asses. Let's go."
He gestured toward his pack and they walked across the street to the
Carnelian. The club was housed in a gothic-style building that had an air of
old money to it. It should have intimidated anyone not dressed to the teeth,
but Adam had faced far worse and was impervious to its effect. He led his
pack right up to the velvet ropes that cordoned off the entrance.
He noticed that there was the usual gaggle of eager humans waiting behind
the barrier in their sexiest outfits. One guy was wearing pants so tight
that Adam could tell that one of his balls was a bit smaller than the other.
Adam grimaced in sympathy, and he wondered if being picked for the night was
worth the discomfort of cutting off all the circulation to your dick.
That was enough thinking, though. He had a mission to perform. A small leap
took him over the velvet barrier and he pushed in front of the person at the
head of the line.
"Hey!" the man said. "No cutting, asshole!"
The guy was pretty well built for a human -- it was obvious that he had
spent his entire paycheck on his gym membership. Plus other things that Adam
could scent easily.
"And you should know that the vamps don't like the taste of steroids in
their blood," he replied with a sweet smile.
"What in fuck are you talking about?"
"You reek of performance drugs, sweetheart. My nose never lies."
The man snapped back, "Nose? What are you, part dog?"
The innocent look on Adam's face never wavered while he reached over,
grabbed the metal post holding up one of the ropes, and crushed it like an
overripe grape. "Close but no cigar. Now, back off, or I'll rip out your
kidney with my pinky and beat you to death with it."
The bodybuilder turned green and slunk away. The door-guard, a slender as a
rail vampire, hadn't made a single move the entire time.
"Isn't it your job to stop fights?" Adam said to the vampire.
The door-vamp unhooked the rope and gestured for Adam and his pack to go to
the side, out of earshot of the humans. Once they were a good distance away,
the guard hissed out, "How dare you question me when you're violating the
cease-fire, wolfling?"