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“You don’t look much like your picture.” Joe reached to squeeze my hard-earned bicep with his free hand. “I couldn’t be sure it was you. It’s your hair. That’s an interesting color.”

“I think it’s called strawberry parfait-olé.” I’d dyed my blonde hair a light auburn color I thought might interest my mark. And besides, nobody questioned a redhead with icky pale skin. I’d always worn it in a tidy braid down my back, now I don’t give a shit. I let it explode and fly in the Santa Anna winds.

“It looks natural.”

My mother would be handing me a hairbrush if she could see me now.

She Wanted To Put Puked-Up-Skittles as her Eye Color DMV said no. #99¢

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Phoenix boasts many refined drinking establishments where a nice girl can chill with a fruity drink topped by a colorful little umbrella. She can lounge on a misted patio and enjoy tall palm trees swaying in the dry heat of the Santa Anna winds.

A nice girl can count on the certainty that one or two preppie college boys will weave their way through the lush, tropical fauna to deliver their latest line.

This isn’t one of those bars. And I, Jenna Bradley, am not a fucking nice girl…not any more. Not since a blood-sucking vampire sank his teeth into my neck, and that’s not the worst of it. The bastard murdered my best friend, Rosa.

I’m about to enter a dilapidated bar thirty miles from civilization in the sizzling Arizona desert. Under a cosmetic coat of chipped stucco, a million termites hold hands to keep the hovel upright. This place would give hellish nightmares to a nice girl.

Not me.

I took a second to enjoy a sense of elation, mixed with a stiff shot of adrenaline, zinging along my nerve endings. My first step into the bar would mean that after nearly a year of non-stop preparation, I’d finally get to start the kick-ass part of my quest.

This is my chance to prove how much my best friend meant to me. And if I’m lucky, I’ll get a chance to kill the vampire who made me.

When I gave the rickety door a gentle push, it opened with a resounding whack against the wall. I pretended I meant to do it.

Everyone would’ve stared at me anyway…they just do.

I pushed my Hollywood shades into place because it bugs me when people comment about the unusual amber and green shade of my eyes. I’d tried to put “puked-up Skittles” in the color box on my driver’s license, but the DMV wouldn’t let me.

Go figure.

Besides, I wear the dark glasses to hide my obvious vampire abnormality. One little fit of temper and they start to glow. Nobody wants to see neon puked-up Skittles.

On a good day, I carry a chip on my shoulder, although I don’t think it’s noticeable. The loss of Rosa turned the chip into a log. Becoming a vampire made it into a fucking tree.

I hadn’t counted on how dark it would be inside, but at least I had an advantage. My fledgling vampire powers include super night vision.

I’d planned exactly how I’d look on the day I officially started the gun-toting, stake-carrying, hell-raising part of my mission. My fringed leather vest hid my gun perfectly. It cradled nicely against my waist.

For backup, I carry a four-inch, plain-edged knife hidden in a hot-molded sheath fitted to one of my custom boots. The other boot holds a pure silver stake.

A long, low wolf-whistle from a dark corner of the room made my heart start to race. Yeah, right. My heart may be a shriveled raisin for all I know.

“What can I do for you, little girl?” the bartender asked once I reached the corner of the bar.

Little girl? I’m four inches short of six feet and have been officially legal for over a year. Jerk. “I’ll have a shot of tequila and a Bud Light.”

No girlie umbrella drinks for me anymore. Besides, the closest thing to a novelty umbrella in this joint would be a cactus needle with a peanut husk attached.

Only two stools were occupied, but if I sat at the bar I wouldn’t be able to watch the room. Everything I’ve read about vampires tells me I should be lightning quick.


I should be able to zoom from one part of the room to the other in a blink of the eye.


I should be able to disappear.


The only good I can find in all of this…I don’t thirst for blood. I take supplements instead. Bunches of them.

“I need to see proof. Your ID.” The bartender reached his hand toward me while I dug my license out of my back pocket.

“Huh. Twenty-two. You look younger.”

Just what every twenty-two year old wants to hear. Fuck that. I almost asked how young I looked. If he said fourteen, I might shoot him, so I just stewed about it instead.

“You can sit next to me, honey,” one of two guys at the bar said.

“You got balls, Sam.” The guy sitting next to Sam, examined me like a piece of meat. “Looks like she could break you like a toothpick.”

“My kind of gal.” Sam winked at me before he patted the seat next to him.

Touching the edge of my vest, I had an urge to flash him. One look at my gun and I bet he’d take back his thoughtful offer. A woman accessorized with deadly weapons can have that effect on a man, a sane one anyway.

And hell yes! I think of myself as a woman. No girl could deal with the shit I’ve had to endure.

The bartender slid a salt shaker across the bar toward me. “You want some lime with your tequila?”

“Sure,” I told him. I’ve got a way with words.

“We get a bunch of guys in here every Saturday night—makes it worth my while to pull a few limes off my wife’s tree.”

Bingo on the guys coming in for the limes. They were the men I’d planned to meet, the men of Slayers Inc.—vampire slayers. They’d set up a training compound not far from the bar.

After the bartender delivered my drinks, I made my way slowly to the corner of the room and sat with my back to the wall.

The waitress approached after I’d tossed back the cactus juice. “Can I get you another one?”

I shoved the lime into my mouth and gave her the universal hold-your-damn-panties-on sign.

She waited patiently.

Maybe she wanted a reason to get a closer look, because the waitress critiqued every inch of me while she lingered. I returned the favor.

Her hair looked like she’d just stepped out of the beauty parlor. She had the kind of ’do you could duck behind for cover if you weren’t worried about the color making a good target. I guess you’d call it plain purple, consequently it wouldn’t bother me. Besides, I don’t have to worry about ducking for cover…I’m already sorta dead.

“Another?” she repeated.

“Sure,” I managed to squeak after a couple of tries. That fact that I still eat and drink is another curiosity. My appetites have changed. Now I like my meat rare and will choose it over chocolate.

“Be right back,” she said and smiled.

“Take your time,” I told her and meant it. From behind my dark glasses, I surveyed the room without moving my head. Seven men, with ages varying from about eighteen to fifty, nursed their drinks. Six of them took an interest in watching me. The seventh didn’t look at all. Now that interested me.

I peeled the damp label on my beer bottle and studied him. He had dark hair hidden under a red bandana and a neatly trimmed mustache with a popular, goatee-type tuft of hair under his bottom lip called a soul-patch. It made him appear street-wise and sexy.

I decided he could easily be one of the vampire slayers I planned to meet, but not anyone I recognized. When he got up and headed toward the john, I had an epiphany. That’s WASP speak for a sorry-ass idea. I grabbed my duffle bag and followed him.

I stayed back far enough to enjoy the view. I made a personal bet that he’d gone commando under his tight washed-out jeans. They hugged his shapely bottom and muscular thighs. A fitted white T-shirt took a sharp angle down from his wide shoulders into his belted waistband. I stopped outside the door to wait a couple of seconds before I trailed him inside.

He stood with his legs apart in front of a urinal. After pushing back against the door so nobody could join us, I said the first thing that came to mind. It’s a skill I’ve perfected. “Now I know why you didn’t look at me. You must need tweezers to get that thing out of your pants.”

At the sound of my voice, he jerked in my direction. Until this point I really hadn’t seen his equipment. Sheesh! The joke was on me. Of course, with my eyes hidden by dark glasses he couldn’t see me blinking rapidly.

“Madre de Dios! Are you crazy, woman?” He turned his back and shook King Dong before he zipped his pants. While he walked to the sink, I pretended to inventory the paper towels. I’m good at playing make-believe, especially in uncharted male territory accented in classic dirty porcelain.

Even if he hadn’t spoken Spanish to summon God’s mother, I knew I hadn’t been wrong about him. His ethnic machismo stood out in the close confines of the restroom.

He had a heavy inflection in the delivery of his words that screamed Latino. I love a man with an accent. I pulled a paper towel from the dirty chrome holder and folded it neatly over my arm while he washed his hands.

“What gave me away, Chiquita?”

There it was again. Little girl. I needed to grow a thicker skin about looking young. “I’m not egotistical, but I at least deserve a look.”

His sensuous eyes locked on mine, despite my dark glasses. “Believe me, I looked.” He ignored the towel I held out to him and leaned into my space to pull one from the dispenser. He cocked his head to the side and gave me a sexy grin. “I could give you more than a look if you’d like.” He spoke in a husky growl above the gurgle of the ancient water pipes.

I thought about what I’d seen moments earlier, even though I’d no intention of taking him up on his generous—and I mean generous—offer. Another side effect of my vampire curse is having the raging hots every waking moment. From the second my maker sank his teeth into my throat, I’d become undead-estrogen…walking.

“I think I’ll pass for now.” In the throes of a female hard-on, it was easier said than done.

“You know, Coop isn’t going to be too happy with me, seein’ how you made me so quick.” In no hurry to leave the delightful ambiance of the men’s room, he grabbed a second towel.

Coop equals Marc Cooper, my nemesis and the man voted most likely to end my life, if I’m not extremely careful.

His name was the magic word allowing me to speak openly. “When does Coop plan to be here?” My voice sounded normal. Not a hint of the turmoil I felt about Marc Cooper to betray me. He torments me, even though we’d never actually met. Yet.

“Coop’s running late. He sent me to keep an eye on you and make sure you didn’t get in trouble with any of the locals. Name’s Joe. Joe Mendez.”

He smiled widely after his introduction. Joe had the kind of smile that transforms a face. It made him go from attractive to knockout. His dark hair gleamed under the bare hundred-watt bulb perched high above the rust-colored sink. His deep, gunmetal gray eyes sparkled with a blend of mischievous cleverness, and other things—delightfully carnal things. Any normal woman would find him totally irresistible. His face said so.

I believed his face. Did that mean I wasn’t normal? No surprise there.

He reached his right hand toward me and flashed me another spectacular smile.

“I can take care of myself,” I said under my breath. I locked onto his extended hand to shake, and firmly planted my feet apart, while he took a step closer—too close.

Joe couldn’t know, but I have superpowers I attribute to the sexy undies Rosa’s mother makes for me. Today I’d picked black lace panties with cherry-red satin hearts appliquéd over both butt cheeks. Rosa would approve. And, of course, I may have gotten a little stronger since the bite of death.

“You don’t look much like your picture.” Joe reached to squeeze my hard-earned bicep with his free hand. “I couldn’t be sure it was you. It’s your hair. That’s an interesting color.”

“I think it’s called strawberry parfait-olé.” I’d dyed my blonde hair a light auburn color I thought might interest my mark. And besides, nobody questioned a redhead with icky pale skin. I’d always worn it in a tidy braid down my back. Now I don’t give a shit. I let it explode and fly in the Santa Anna winds.

“It looks natural.”

My mother would be handing me a hairbrush if she could see me at the moment.

“Let’s say we go have a couple of drinks,” I said, “and get to know one another.” I flexed the muscle he held, while I tightened my already-firm grip on his hand as we continued to shake.

I used to be a rookie cop, but I quit after I’d died. Well, maybe quit isn’t the right word. I’d been given a choice—stop acting weird or leave. I left. I figured sooner or later they’d discover my bloody little secret.

It’s fine. I have plenty to keep me busy finding Rosa’s murderer and my maker. Rosa and I had bonded over crayons in kindergarten, beheaded Barbies by the second grade and then advanced straight to boys—chasing, not beheading.

Nobody had a better friend than Rosa. No way could I have predicted how hard I’d take losing her. I didn’t have a clue how dependent I’d become on her…on how much my identity had melded with hers.

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Book Description:

What happens when Jenna Bradley loses her lifelong friend and is bitten by a vampire? Jenna does what any twenty-two year old with anger issues would do. She wants justice! She wants it now! And she’ll do whatever it takes to get it.

When Jenna comes head-to-head with a group of whose mission is to kill vampires…all vampires with no questions asked, she finds a way to make her vengeance a reality.

So what if the man in charge of Slayers INC would take her life in a heartbeat if he learns her secret. Jenna is more worried about her attraction to him…then the chance he’ll stake her.

On his mission to hunt murdering vampires, slayer “Coop” Cooper didn’t expect the distraction of a knockout firebrand with a penchant for carrying assorted weaponry. Jenna’s a loose cannon and Coop wants to get rid of her, not fall in love.

The team of werewolves he leads are all falling for her. Will revealing his secret scare her off? Jenna and Coop fight their attraction until mysterious emeralds, murder, and an adventurous trek through the rainforest of Colombia weaken their resolve. Will they survive the heat?

Word Count 42,500 Erotica, Action Adventure, Multi-cultural, Vampires, Werewolves, Young Adult


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The Allure of the Cowboy! #Hotcowboy

Cowboy riding his horseWhat is it about a cowboy?

This is my personal list of Movie/TV cowboys who I think are HOT!

I thought I would come up with at least 10. I couldn’t do it!

Is that why I don’t get enough reading and writing about cowboys? Are we deprived of hot cowboys on TV and in the Movies. My list is of Cowboy’s who would ring my bell. I’m sure your list could be different or far greater. Although, I say we don’t have enough to chose from…I want more! However, if the majority of those westerns stared Timothy Olyphant…that would be fine! 

1. Timothy Olyphant in ‘Justified’, ‘Deadwood’ 

2. Anson Mount who plays Cullen Bohannon on Hell on Wheels 

3. Russell Crowe ‘The Quick and the Dead’ 1995 ‘3:10 t0 Yuma’,

4. Tom Selleck in ‘Quigley Down Under’, ‘Shadow Riders’, & the ‘Jesse Stone Movies’

5. Kevin Costner – ‘Dances with Wolves’ ‘Silverado’

6. Sharon Stone -‘ The Quick and the Dead’ 1995

7. John Travolta – ‘Urban Cowboy’

8. Robert Redford – ‘Butch Cassidy an the Sundance Kid”, ‘The Horse Whisperer’

9. Sam Elliot ‘The Quick and the Dead’ 1986

10. Daniel Craig ‘Cowboys and Aliens

My cowboy stories include:


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