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FLIGHT FROM DEATH — Book 1 of the Fly By Night Series (a spinoff of Otherworld)Release date: July 7th, 2015. Available for Preorder! If you want an autographed copy, preorder from Seattle Mystery Bookshop. Preorders help authors out SO much!
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I was wound up. The energy had left me strung on a wire and I realized that I was not only antsy, but also horny. I enjoyed sex and it had been several months since Carter and I broke up. I’d gotten used to it on a regular schedule. Now, the hunger hit me like a fork of the lightning going on outside, straight out of the blue. I stared at Alex. But just then, Chai gently touched me on the shoulder.
“Your thoughts wander in dangerous directions, girl.” He gazed down at me with those gorgeous eyes and once again, I wished that he and I could feel more for each other than the brother-sister energy we had. Chai would be safe and simple.
I turned my thoughts away from sex and cleared my throat. “It seems danger is all around me. It always has been, you know.”
“Perhaps so, but vampires?” He kept his voice low, but I saw Alex dart a quick glance in our direction.
“Hush. And yes . . . even though it sounds bizarre. We’ll talk about this later.” I turned back to Tonya, who was wearily heading back to the ladder. “Wait for me. I’m hungry, too.” I scampered over to her, eager to push away both my thoughts and Chai’s observances.
Downstairs, the place looked like it had been ransacked. Not a lot was broken, but there were a number of things out of place, scattered on the floor or on tables and chairs. Several vases were smashed, and a number of plates, but thank gods Patrick said none of them were too valuable. All in all, we seemed to have gotten off easy.
Too easy, my gut warned me, but I was too tired to listen to my fears. I pushed the voice away and pulled out bread and cheese and sliced meat. Ralph grabbed the condiments, and Tonya found some plates and utensils. Chai helped Patrick and Alex sweep up the broken glass. By the time we had a stack of sandwiches made and a package of cookies opened, they’d cleaned up most of the living room and kitchen.
“We’ll finish the rest of the house after we take a break,” Patrick said, pulling a couple bottles of blood out of the refrigerator. “I need a drink.” He looked at Alex. “You’re looking pale. When’s the last time you actually fed on someone?”
Alex blinked, staring at him. “Come on, mate, don’t ask about that among . . .” He paused, glancing at Tonya, Ralph, and me, waiting to see what we’d say.