“Ugh, forget it, I’m going with Sensual Strawberry.” I sighed, throwing the obscenely pink box into the basket.ĭiandra Starr-a poorly thought-out pole name if I’d ever heard one-had managed to snag the world’s only codependent vampire. Nice, God-fearing people with bachelor’s degrees in botany should not end up standing in the pharmacy aisle at Walmart debating which variety of flavored lube is best. I went to church on the “big days.” I was a college graduate. How did an internal debate regarding flavored sexual aids become part of my workday? The thing to remember about a “stray” vampire is that there is probably a good reason he is friendless, alone, and wounded. Could it be that what she really needs is some intrigue and romance-and her very own stray vampire? Excerpt But as they search for who wants him permanently dead, Iris is breaking more and more of her own rules…particularly those about nudity. And even though he’s imperious, unfriendly, and doesn’t seem to understand the difference between “employee” and “servant,” she agrees. Then she finds her newest client, Cal, poisoned on his kitchen floor, and her quiet life turns upside down.Ĭal-who would be devastatingly sexy, if Iris thought vampires were sexy-offers Iris a hefty fee for hiding him at her place. Her rules are strict relationships are purely business, not friendship-and certainly not anything more. Running their daylight errands-from letting in the plumber to picking up some chilled Faux Type O-gives her a look at the not-so-glamorous side of vamps. Iris Scanlon, Half-Moon Hollow’s only daytime vampire concierge, knows more about the undead than she’d like. Turns out what her quiet little life needed was some intrigue & romance-in the form of her very own stray vampire.A comedic paranormal romance about a vampire concierge, set in Molly Harper’s popular world of Half-Moon Hollow. Even though he’s imperious, unfriendly and doesn’t seem to understand the difference between “employee” and “servant,” Iris agrees, and finds herself breaking more and more of her own rules to help him – particularly those concerning nudity. But then she finds her newest client, Cal, poisoned on his kitchen floor, and only Iris can help.Ĭal – who would be devastatingly sexy, if Iris allowed herself to think that way – offers Iris a hefty fee for hiding him at her place until he figures out who wants him permanently dead. Her rules are strict relationships with vamps are strictly business, not friendship-and certainly not anything else. Running all their daylight errands-from letting in the plumber to picking up some chilled O neg-gives her a look at the not-so-glamorous side of vampire life.
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