Til the Break of Dawn
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by Tracey H. Kitts
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Thanks to a bet with her best friend, Dawn is about to get involved with the undead love of her life for the second time. So what if he's immortal. It could work, right? Rating: Carnal. Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance.
eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: February 2011
9 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [249 KB]
Reading time: 167-234 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
Our Place already had customers lining up by the time I got there. This wasn't entirely unusual seeing as how we were the only place within a fifty mile radius to sell beer on Sunday. I still wasn't sure how Jamie got the license for that. The Deep South is strange. No beer in most states on Sunday. They party like hell the rest of the week and stock up on Saturday night. The appearance of the familiar one-story brick building brought a smile to my face, even if the crowd didn't. However, my temporary dejection had nothing to do with the people outside. After all, if we didn't have business, we didn't make any money.
Tonight's crowd was bigger than usual though, and it had little to do with the beer.
"Just a few more minutes, guys," I said as I took out my keys.
"Honey, you can't keep us out here much longer, it's supposed to rain."
I smiled at George. We'd gone to school together and he never missed a fight. The way he said "honey" was more of a provocation than an endearment. But that was just George. He enjoyed provoking people, especially me.
"You're here early, sugar. Not my fault." I smiled sweetly before turning to open the door and locking it back to the sounds of laughter from the men outside. By their reaction it was obvious they were well acquainted with George as well.
As soon as I walked in Jamie yelled, "Did you forget it was fight night?"
She was already behind the bar getting everything ready. From the sounds of the pots and pans banging in the background our cook, Terry, was already there too.
"I never forget fight night," I said wearily.
As I walked to the back to put up my purse Jamie said, "Oh, right. Sorry."
My cowboy boots echoed on the wooden floor as I made my way down the hall to the back office. I put my purse on the desk, tossing my keys on top so I wouldn't forget them. I kept a t-shirt and hat in the office just in case I forgot to wear one with the bar's logo or hadn't done my laundry, like tonight.
I was just pulling on the tight orange t-shirt that said "Our Place" right across my boobs when Jamie walked in. She's several inches taller than me with long black hair that she usually wears in a ponytail. Her cowboy hat was already in place and looked quite natural at the jaunty angle she always wore it. Her t-shirt was purple. We didn't have an official color.
"Sorry I was late."
Jamie loved the bar and I hated to let her down. But I was never quite myself before watching the fights.
"You're my business partner. You can be five minutes late if you want to."