And I know he’s right.
“Yes,” I reply, “Now kiss me, my Prince.”
THE END
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Night Moves
CJ Pinard
Newly-turned vampire Daniela has taken up bounty hunting for work. But there's something about her newest target, a sexy human named Judson, that isn't quite right. It's possible he's innocent and now Daniela has to choose whether to bring him in, or take him on the run.
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Night Moves by CJ Pinard
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1
This whole sunlight allergy thing was going to be a problem.
Okay… it wasn’t an allergy, rather, a side effect of my new “condition.” Not that I asked for this ailment, but there was no use crying over spilled milk. Or, in my case, spilled blood. I paced the floor, looking out through the peephole of my small townhouse, hoping the damn sun would sink behind the mountains so I could go the hell outside. I needed to get paid and I could only work at night… obviously.
“Off to work?”
I turned around to see my roommate, Angie, staring curiously at me, as she always did when I was pacing the tiled entryway to our shared townhouse. “Yeah, like always.”
She had a plateful of pizza rolls and a big, fizzing cup of soda in her hand. I sighed whimsically at them. God, I missed junk food. She set the items on the side table next to the sofa and picked up the remote. Before sitting, she pointed the device at me and said, “You should get a day job. Working nights blows. I’ll never do it again.”
Resisting an eyeroll, I forced a smile to my bright-red painted lips and said, “Well, I can’t get my ass up in the morning, so I’ll stick with the night shift, thank you very much.”
She plopped her butt down on the couch and said, “You’ll get sick of it, trust me.”
I glanced outside to see the sun had just fallen behind the Rocky Mountains’ horizon, and with my hand on the doorknob, I said, “Have a goodnight, Ang!” as I sprinted outside and got into my Audi SUV.
Yes, the townhouse had a garage. No, I couldn’t park in it. Angie owned the place, and I just rented a room, so the one-car garage space was hers. It wasn’t like I could argue with that. What would I say? “Hey, girl, I can’t go in the sun, could I park in the garage?” No. It was bad enough the woman thought I worked at a bar.
As far as the SUV went… ever try to shove a body into the trunk of a Honda Accord? They may be roomy, for like, groceries and strollers. A 250-pound man with a love of bacon cheeseburgers? Not so much.
Sure, I could have opted for the Kia SUV but where was the fun in that? The 250-pounder had yielded me a big chunk, so I’d got myself a used Audi with a few more miles on it. Zero regrets.
I slammed my stilettoed foot on the gas and headed toward the east side of town. The orange glow of the sun sinking behind the mountains was definitely a sight to behold—and not one I would ever tire of. But to see a sunrise—even without Colorado’s mountainous aesthetics—would be so damn amazing.
The look in his eye was just downright murderous. “You’re fucking late, Dani.”
Refusing to show fear, I calmly swallowed and lifted my chin. “And you’re fucking ugly. What’s your point?”
Before I could blink, Ringo was in my face, his vise grip squeezing my cheeks. “Bitch, watch the way you talk to me.”
I wasn’t going to back down to him, so I stared deep into his soulless black eyes and smirked despite the pain. “You like it.”
The look in his eye told me I was right. The murderous glare was gone, replaced by a fiery lust. “Jonas has your job.”
Jonas was his nerdy lackey who did whatever the damn demon wanted. My cheeks were on fire, burning from where he squeezed, but I continued my smirk. “Good to know. Master.”
That asshole had turned me. Therefore, he was, indeed, my sire, but I refused to serve him like he thought I should. In fact, I was going to kill him at the first opportunity. Until then, I’d take the $5,000 he was paying me to kill his targets.
The guy had an ego the size of Texas, but don’t think for one minute I didn’t do a background check on each and every one of the targets. No way was I killing for no reason. Fuck that.
Ringo finally let go
