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by Victoria Blisse
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Romance
Description: Book two in the Point Vamp Series Josh is a vampire he just doesn't quite know it yet. He is confused and his voluptuous sire, Cara is far too busy being mysterious to really help him unlock the secrets of his Afterlife. However, he pieces it together by himself and decides to turn his best mates into Vampires too. This doesn't quite go to plan but he does discover The Point and its unique, ten-second rule. Cara does not approve of Josh visiting The Point but that night she turns up at his door bloodied and much more dead than usual, and accepts Josh's help to escape from her much older and much crazier Sire Leopold. How is Josh going to defeat an older, wiser and more powerful vampire? He hasn't a clue but for Cara he is willing to find out. Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of blood shed. This book is best read as part of a series, but it may also be read as a stand alone title.
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: February 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [130 KB]
Reading time: 80-113 min.
It was still pitch black when Josh came round. Strangely enough he felt really good. He tentatively rubbed his neck and found no gash, no teeth marks or exposed flesh or bone, and as he sat up, he checked other parts of him, too, and no, they were all fine. Josh sighed and wondered what on earth had happened. Maybe the woman had actually been a junkie and had injected him with something for a laugh? You never knew what drug addled folk would do. He picked himself up and decided to walk the short distance home. He was no longer in the mood to be social.
When he got home he soon realised something strange was going on. His clothes were soaked through with blood and he was pretty sure it was his. He stripped them off and put everything in a black bin bag to dump. It was all ruined, even his brand new pair of trainers. He'd only been out to get them the day before.
He climbed into the bath to clean the dried-on blood and dirt from his skin and, as he scrubbed, he found himself getting hungry. He shrugged it off, after all he'd not eaten a thing since he'd come home from work at five, and had heated up a microwave hamburger and some chips for his tea. He'd make himself a Sarnie or something when he got out, but he thought it funny that when he specifically thought of food, he began to feel sick.
When he found himself taking a handful of reddened bath water to his lips to taste, he freaked out. Why the hell would he want to drink that bloody, dirty water? He doubted it would taste good and he was more and more certain the damn woman had drugged him or something. Determined to sleep the bad trip off, he got dried and went to bed. But he couldn't sleep. He was hungry. Deeply hungry but not for anything he had in. Every time he thought of something he had in his fridge or his cupboards, his stomach heaved. But when he tried to think of other things, his appetite became so strong he felt as if his stomach was tying itself in knots.
At eight a.m. the alarm rang and Josh knocked it off. He'd not slept a wink. He got up, brushed his teeth, which he seemed to think looked whiter and in better condition, and pulled on his uniform. Josh had never been particularly clever in school and hadn't gone to university. He'd only gone to college cos his two best mates had enrolled and he didn't want to be left out. Eventually he had managed to get himself a job, when schooling had finally lost its appeal. All three of them had, at the supermarket in town. They stacked shelves, manned tills and basically did whatever they were told to do. It wasn't a skilled job, or even a particularly exciting one either, but it paid the bills and the lads spent most of their time just messing about anyway.
Josh pulled on his light summer jacket and headed for the door. He'd have to buy a new winter jacket and that would take a fair chunk out of his wage packet. He sighed and locked the door behind him. A storm was raging outside. Rain was falling with determination as the wind howled and rattled tree branches. The gusts whipped up the autumn leaves and danced them around in the air like fairies. Josh barely noticed it at all, and when he got to work, his coat didn't seem to be wet.
"Did you get a lift in then?" Kyle Monroe asked hanging his own dripping coat on a peg.
"What? Oh, yeah."
"Fuck, man, you look knackered. Did you meet a girl last night or something?" Kyle gasped, no doubt taking in the pallor of Josh's skin and the circles of blue-black beneath his eyes.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, I did." Josh was trying desperately to ignore the hot smell of his friend. He had never noticed it before, but Kyle had a definite aura of rare steak about him.
"She must have been fucking wild, man. You look awful."
"Yeah, she was crazy, man," he said with a leer. "If you know what I mean."