The Nasty Vamp paranormal romance

THE NASTY VAMP - PARANORMAL ROMANCE

All I wanted was to be a normal teenage girl whose biggest worry was what to wear to her sixteenth birthday party. I needed for a few hours to forget about my mother’s murder and the monsters that inhabit the night. With all my heart I wished for a little romance, for a man who could make me forget the bloodshed and death. I longed for a prince charming who would sweep me off my feet and kiss me under the stars. Then fate kicked me in the teeth and granted my wish.

My perfect Prince Charming turned out to be a vampire. If I hadn’t been so blasted drunk I might have noticed his fangs a bit sooner. Not when they were buried in my neck and the super nova of orgasms was tearing through me

I had given my virginity to Ian McGregor, a master vampire who knew I would become a slayer on my sixteenth birthday. The bastard had deliberately lured me to his bed to take my powers. Only Uncle Fester’s timely intervention saved my life. 

My dreams shattered and in a royal snit I tracked McGregor down and blew up a garage full of his expensive antique automobiles. Big mistake but who knew a Highland warrior that had been turned way back in 1186 would be so rabid about his cars?

I certainly didn’t need Uncle Fester’s snarky comment that riling up a master vampire was about as smart as whacking on a hornet’s nest with a stick. You’re gonna get bit, repeatedly.

Uncle Fester dragged me to a creepy old witch and held me down while the bitch magically welded an Amalfi Medallion to my neck. I was now stuck with a freakin’ silver dog collar complete with spikes and weird carvings. The Amalfi would supposedly protect me from McGregor. What I really needed was something to protect me from Aunt Tessa. 

After a two hour lecture on the stupidity of spreading my legs for a vampire, Aunt Tessa promptly shipped me off to Alfred school. Where I could put my talent for blowing stuff up to good use and the instructors would teach me some badly needed discipline.

Since I could no longer be a slayer, it was a good fit. Alfreds are weapons, explosives and surveillance experts. 

My name is Ann Dragos but everyone calls me Bunny. I got stuck with this swell nickname because I look so cute and cuddly. Gag me. My psychic abilities are the only reason I’m still breathing. My mom was forced to drink from a vampire when she was pregnant with me and that transfusion has given me some pretty nifty powers.

Powers the nasty vamp couldn’t take away. I’m telepathic which lets me eavesdrop on all of McGregor’s dirty little plans and stay a step ahead of him. My ace in the hole is I can’t be mesmerized and forced to do their bidding. This allows me to get up close and personal with my Mister Pointy. Another gift is the ability to read auras and sense any supernatural beings within a mile of me. Since vampires are freakishly fast, it gives me enough time to set up my booby traps and fry their asses.   

McGregor placed a million dollar bounty on my head and five years later still actively hunts me. I guess I should quit blowing up his cars.

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