Wait Till Your Vampire Gets Home (Broken Heart, Oklahoma, Book 4)
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Undead fathers really do know best...
To prove her journalistic chops, Libby Monroe ends up in Broken Heart, Oklahoma, chasing down bizarre rumors of strange goings-on?and finding vampires, lycanthropes, and zombies. She never expects to fall in lust with one of them, but vampire/single dad Ralph Genessa is too irresistible. Only the town is being torn in two by a war between the undead?and Libby may be the only thing that can hold Broken Heart together?
team in Oklahoma?” “Yes,” I said, unnerved by his intensity. “Relax, dude. We’re not a hit squad. We only investigate the paranormal.” “Sweet Lord,” murmured Patsy. “You certainly hit jackpot, didn’t you?” “The Megabucks. We’ve gotten evidence here and there, but nothing big enough to shut up the skeptics.” I glanced at her. “Nothing like this.” “PRIS and other such organizations cause problems for us,” said Patrick. “The world is not ready for us. When it’s time to integrate, we’ll do so on our
what he wanted, then killed the hapless victims anyway. Our lives were forfeit. I couldn’t help but think of his twin sons, who’d already lost their mother. “I’ll give you my power,” I said, “if you promise to let Ralph live.” His answer to my request was to drop Ralph onto the pavement. “Libby?” Ralph was awake. He rolled onto his side, his gaze lifting to mine. “It’s okay,” I said. “It’s okay.” Then Ralph lifted his hands and fire shot from his palms. The flames wrapped around the dragon’s
eyes filled with impatience. “How did you do that?” I asked. “You should try out for the Olympics.” “Watch out!” He grabbed my arm and yanked me forward. I went sailing through the air. Ralph didn’t know his own strength. I landed a couple of feet away and collapsed to my knees. My purse fell off my shoulder and spilled its contents. As I picked up all the objects, fear battered at me. I sucked in a steadying breath. Okay. If I were to believe my eyes and twenty-three years of parental
creature as the electric heat whipped around me and Patsy. When I looked up, I saw that the red dragon had returned. I hoped Synd was bleeding somewhere. And that he was in pain. Not very nice thoughts. Bad karma thoughts, but deserved, damn it. The dragon flew backward and landed on the street. An Asian woman dressed in red leather slid off its back. Again with the leather! Ugh. She sashayed toward me, her smirk ruining an otherwise pretty face. Her aura was blue. I was beginning to understand
pressure and failing miserably, so what? “Noted,” said Ralph. “Beheading, intense light, and dragon squishing. Bad for vamps.” I bit my lip because I wanted to laugh, and it was sooooo not the time to exhibit a sense of humor. I mean, really, who laughs at a time like this? Not me. No, sirree. I gazed up at Ralph, but he looked all stoic and cute. He had a nice jaw. A little cleft in his chin. A thick fringe of lashes that so nicely framed his baby blues. Why did guys always get the great lashes?