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A frown wrinkled her alabaster brow and her eyes narrowed as she looked in his direction. A warm flood of satisfaction flowed through him at her noticing his attention, but how could she be upset with him? They'd never met. He decided to mind call her and resisted the urge to smile as she drifted in his direction. As the beauty drew near, her scent filled his nostrils, making him not only want to feed on her warm blood, but also claim her body in a moment of passion, confirming that lust existed in the undead. When she stalked past him, he couldn't believe it. What the hell? His mind-speak had never failed before. Aaron watched the luscious woman make her way toward a couple in the process of removing their coats. From the rigid manner of her body and the scowl on her face, he didn't have to read her mind to know she wasn't happy to see the newcomers. "This is a private party." Deb's body language spoke anger louder than her voice. Her emerald eyes shot daggers as they roved up and down the couple dressed as Elvira, Queen of Darkness, and Dracula. "This party is invitation only and it's also a costume party - not the Pimp and Ho Ball." She crossed her arms and glared at the man. "How the hell did you and the skank get in, Scott?" Waking Up Dead is available to download now from Aspen Nountain Press. To read another excerpt click here. To buy your copy click here. |