Sorry about yesterday.
The weekend may be slim as well. I'm headed out of town for about three weeks. The My Sexy Saturday is on hiatus.
So, I give you the giveaway today!
In honor of Vampire Week, I'll send out five ebook copies of Power in the Blood. Leave your email in the screened comments.
Oren Stolt understands the natural order better than most people. Vampires prey on humans and Undying keep the vampires' numbers in check.
Now, across the United States, vampire numbers are exploding, thanks to a new church. The Tabernacle of the Firstfruits preaches a Risen Lord and invites believers to follow Him in death and resurrection... quite literally.
In Memphis, the church is about to host its first conference, with an eye to converting the whole world to the vampiric gospel.
And all that stands between humanity and eternal night is Oren, his kids, and a thin line of insane immortals.
They met the Kid outside. He was leaning against a corner of the building, smoking a hand-rolled cigarette. Oren sniffed suspiciously, but only the rich odor of tobacco rewarded him.
"Roll me one, kiddo," Anne said. The Kid obliged, and she nodded her thanks. "It's going to be a long night, and I'm out of whiskey." She leaned into the light he offered.
"We could torch the place during late services tomorrow," the Kid suggested.
"You can't kill any of them," Oren said, urging Anne toward the van. "They aren't attacking humans. Law in Memphis says that if the donors are willing, it's not a crime. Neither is turning a willing person. Now, the local vampire families frown on
bringing in unvetted people. They have a merit and reward system they use for their human groupies."
Anne rolled her eyes and took a drag on her cigarette.
The Kid finished his and crushed out the end against the heel of his boot. He flipped the butt into a nearby ditch.
"Same story as every major city. Most of the population doesn't believe in vampires to start with—not really. They know vamps are out there, but they aren't real as long as they keep their fangs to themselves." The Kid gave a lopsided grin. "Kinda like North Dakota or atheists. The vamps get all the usual rights, like jobs, a vote, and not being staked on sight, and don't abuse them most of the time. When they do step out of line, we have a nice, neat, licensed special force that handles them. All very fucking civilized," he said. He swung onto his bike. "Preaching talk makes me want to kill something. I'll meet you tomorrow. I'm going hunting."
"Come to my motel about eight," Anne said. "I'm down on Lamar in the seediest one you can find. We'll have dinner and plan."
"You ain't my type, carrot-top."
She gave him a disgusted look. "And I don't do pipsqueaks. Give me a card and I'll text you the address."
He settled his helmet on his head, which made Anne laugh. He gave her the bird, and then dug his card out of a jacket pocket. "Just because I ain't gonna die from it don't mean having my face smeared over a half mile of blacktop is much fun at all. Takes about two days to grow it back, and I ain't real pretty till I do." He took off, leaving them watching the rest of the congregation leaving the church.
Sounds of the Season:
Know your Vampires!