A Kudzu Korners Novel
Maggie Robinson is a full-time server, part-time blogger,
and 24/7 skeptic. Her love life? Non-existent. Why bother? Her parents' divorce
is proof that "happily ever after" is a fairy tale. To make matters
worse, she has no idea that her tongue-in-cheek blog, Life with Zombie, has
placed her at the top of the werewolves' Most Wanted List.
Noah Townsend is a vampire with a broken heart. It has been
two years since his wife's death, and he is still recovering. Instead of
dealing with his grief, he has thrown himself into his duties as the head of a
security firm that specializes in protecting paranormal beings and hiding their
existence from humans.
Worlds collide when Noah saves Maggie from a werewolf attack.
Can Maggie overcome her skepticism, and Noah his grief, in time to realize that
they were made for each other? Or will the ripples started by Maggie's blog
grow into a tsunami that will tear them—and Kudzu Korners—apart?
EXCERPT
Something was following Maggie. She
paused in the murky light at the base of the flickering street lamp, eyes
searching the darkness behind her.
“Hello?” She thought she saw the
glint of a pair of golden eyes, but they disappeared almost immediately. As if,
perhaps, the owner of the eyes closed them. Definitely not human—too close to
the ground.
“You know, I probably should’ve
taken my fear of the dark and the lack of lights into consideration before
changing to night shift.” She spoke out loud, needing the comfort of a voice. Her
subconscious scanned through its database of secondary fears and whipped out...
Chihuahuas?
“Really, brain? That’s the best you
can come up with?” Stepping to the edge of the light, she stared into the night,
wishing someone could beam her straight into her apartment, still a few blocks
away. “The wild Chihuahua packs are in Arizona. I’m pretty sure they haven’t
spread to the Deep South. Yet.”
Inspiration struck, and Maggie
fumbled in her over-sized purse. “Ah-ha!” she crowed as she pulled out her key
chain—along with a small blizzard of tissues and gum wrappers. She thumbed the
small LED flashlight dangling from the ring. Nothing. She tried again. Nada. “Well that’s a fine how-do-you do.
If a girl can’t depend on a flashlight with five-year-old batteries in her time
of need, what can she count on? I guess I’ll just have to get by on my looks
and my wits.”
There.
Surely, that was the sound of claws on concrete. She whirled to scour the
darkness again, half expecting to find a gang of small, scruffy curs advancing
on her with malice in their hearts. The darkness peered back at her, all
innocence. “See? This is why Mama told you not to watch so many scary movies.
Your imagination runs away and conjures up all kinds of problems where there
are none.” She stomped her foot in frustration. “Why does everything shut down
at night? Why is there no one willing to assist a damsel in distress?”
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