Missy Lynn Ryan with Michelle Fox
A vampire escort and a genie get tangled up in ways they never saw coming...
The vampire escort arrived at Sebastian Cole’s condo in a gleaming black coffin, topped with a shiny red bow and a card attached to the lid. Sebastian stared at it in horror. This was a clear sign that the universe was screwing with him. His business was in a free fall, clients were abandoning him left and right, and his favorite sports car had been totaled. If it weren't for his genie blood, he’d be dead right now. Thankfully, he was able to use his ring to teleport to his condo in Vegas. All he wanted now was a hot shower and a stiff drink. Instead, he was greeted with this - a hooker and her shiny coffin in his living room.
In another time and place, Sebastian, a.k.a. Baz, wouldn’t have thought twice about sleeping with the vampire, whose name — according to the card—was Angie. Her delightfully curvy body was a welcome change from the Hollywood actresses that were filling his bed these days, and a good quickie would clear his mind. Only the pounding on his front door kept him from giving in to his naughty wishes.
Baz silently prayed his surprise visitor would go away. He had worked damn hard to clean up his bad-boy image and he couldn’t afford any more bad press. He’d left Vegas six months ago, started his own company in L.A., and even dialed back his weekend benders at La Vida, the hottest night club on Sunset. All of it would be for nothing if he got ‘caught at his Daddy's hotel with a hooker’. That's exactly the kind of click-bait headline they'd print with the story too, even though he was only in Vegas for a business meeting and the hotel in question was actually a condo purchased with his own hard-earned money—not at all connected to his father's real estate empire. Angie, the half-naked hooker standing in his living room...well she was either paid for by his father or someone looking to woo Alucard Cole by bribing his eldest son.
Baz grabbed Angie by the wrists and dragged the cute brunette vampire to a bar stool in the kitchen.
“Hey,” she said in protest as the feather boa dragged behind her. There was something oddly familiar about her voice, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Did he know her? He was horrible with names and met dozens of women on a daily basis but he was certain he’d remember a curvy brunette vampire. Her silk-lined robe fell open as she walked to the kitchen and Baz’s eyes lingered on her bare skin and the bra that peeked out. Especially one this tempting. He ached to brush his fingers along the edge of lace. What would her skin taste like?
Another knock at the door broke his prolonged gaze. “Sit,” he commanded. "Don't say anything. Don't do anything."
Angie, bewildered but obedient, stumbled onto the bar stool and awaited further instructions. He took a deep breath. At least something was going right.
Seconds later he was at the door, pulling it open and preparing his "no-comment" speech for the over-zealous reporter who tracked him down in Vegas. The words caught in his throat when he spotted his buddy Stan on the other side of the threshold.
Stan's werewolf eyes lit up at the sight of Baz, and he shook his head in disbelief.
"Heeyyy..." Baz leaned into the door frame, effectively blocking a good portion of his friend's view into the condo.
"Damn, it is you," Stan grinned. "I got a text saying you were in town, but I told Gina that can't be true. Because there is no way my old wingman is gonna hit up The Strip without giving me a ring first."
Baz was formulating an excuse to shoo away his old friend when the air around him stirred. Angie swooped past him so fast she was nothing more than a blur. If it hadn't been for the brush of the feather boa against his arm, he wouldn't have believed it was her. The previously docile vampire pounced on his friend like a giant cat, bringing down the two hundred pound werewolf with less exertion than an NFL linebacker. Angie straddled Stan on the floor. Her legs clenched around his waist. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders. She buried her head in the crevice of his neck and bit down on him like a deadly viper, cutting off his friend's muffled growl.
Dear god, she was feeding, right here in the middle of his freaking hallway.