Biting Oz: Biting Love, Book 5 (44 page)

Julian nodded. “It’s nice being able to shop whenever Nixie’s cravings hit.”

“How can you side with them?” I glared. Julian was supposed to be my friend. I was annoyed with him, even more annoyed that the enemy Dudes were calling my parents Mom and Pop like they were sons too. “And you Cheese Dudes…you hate us. You have since you moved in.”

“Don’t blame us.” Dude One rolled his eyes. “The smell was driving us
nuts
.”

“Says the guy with the stinky cheese,” I muttered.

“The blood sausage.” Dude Two licked his lips. As his tongue darted out, I caught a flash—of two tiny fangs.

“But now we’ve hammered out a deal,” Dude One said. “All the
blutwurst
we can suck. In return we run the online
Wurst Und Käse
store and man the registers after sunset.”

I’d always said we needed an online presence. But… “You’re a vampire?”

Dude One hugged Dude Two. “Both Ralphie and me. My name’s Vaughan, by the way.”

Glynn took me by the arms. “Do you realize what this means?”

“Yes,” I groaned. “The little
liebchens
really do get everything.”

“Not just that.” He started purring.

“The apocalypse has come?”

“Your parents are set. Even after the musical closes, we can live in New York or wherever we want. Even Wales.” He yanked me in for a hug, my chin crushed between his pectorals. “As long as it’s together.”

“Yeah,” I said, kinda muffled by muscle. “And as long as we come home for Thanksgiving.”

Bows and Playoff

Glynn and I walked hand in hand through the rolling green meadow, the soft scent of nearby farms not Iowa corn but tidy hedgerowed Welsh crofts. We were on our honeymoon, coinciding with a two-week break in the sell-out crowds for
Oz, Wonderful Oz
.

“Mishela looked great on Craig Ferguson last night,” I said.

“She did,” Glynn said. “She does a fantastic interview.”

“It’ll be great for her career. You know, I always suspected Ferguson was a vampire.”

“He’s not. But a number of his viewers are.”

I smiled at him. We were together at last, but only because of Nixie, Julian, Rocky, Mishela, the Cheese Dudes, Mom and Pop and a dozen more people. I used to think it wasn’t the choice itself, but what I did after. I was wrong. It wasn’t just
my
choice. It was my interacting with dozens of other people interacting with thousands more.

Long run? Theater people were right, in a way. Life was chaotic; life was magic. I could only control my own actions, not my own fate.

Still, without my actions, without trying to corral small children that first night which got me rescued by Glynn’s big warm hands, without falling in love with Glynn…without love, I might have stayed in Meiers Corners or gone to New York, but I’d still be searching for my rainbow. “You know, Dorothy was right.”

He smiled down at me. “About what?”

“About home. I’m glad to have grown up in Meiers Corners. It taught me what home is, what it can be. Duty, but more. Being the best you can, both for yourself and for the people you love.”

“Dreaming in a safe place.” He traced my cheek. “Launching from that safe place to realize your dreams.”

“Yes. I took all that with me. And now I’ll use it to build a strong home with you.”

“I’ll do everything I can to make you happy, Junior.” Glynn shifted his grip, held my hand more tightly. “I meant what I said,
babi
. You’re my home now.”

“I’ll be your home—for as long as I’m alive. Which, from what I understand from Dolly, could be longer than the eighty or ninety years I was first figuring on?”

“Ah, yes. The secret.” He bent, whispered in my ear.

I felt my eyes bug out. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m not.”

I swore. “You guys would be hunted like whales if anyone knew—”

“Shh.” His finger covered my lips. “That’s why it is a secret.”

“But you’d do that for me? Just to extend my life a little?”

“In a heartbeat.”

I squeezed his hand. If I hadn’t already known he loved me, I did now.

We walked in silence. When we passed a crumbling folly, I said, “You mentioned a Lord Rhys when you told me about your name. I looked him up. He and his daughter, a Lady Gwenllian, were alive around your time. Did you know them?”

Glynn laughed. “Everyone did. Lady Gwen was quite the social force. From entertaining kings to nursing sick children, she did it all. She was married to Ednyfed Fychan.”

“I read that too. And that Ednyfed and Gwenllian had six sons.”

“At
least
six. The vampire who kidnapped me was always hanging around there. It seemed there were dozens of children in the yard. The vampire talked about capturing another
boy…” He stopped. Cold.

“
Another
boy.” I grabbed both his hands. “The vampire named himself Fychan, like Ednyfed Fychan. And you had a blanket with three heads—just like the Ednyfed coat of arms. Glynn, what if you’re one of Ednyfed’s sons? His grandson was Tudur Hen. You’d be a
Tudor
.”

“I’d be…good heavens. After all this time, a possible family.” His eyes misted, the bright sapphire silvered by the moon. “Will you research it with me?”

“I’d love to.”

Then he bent his head and kissed me. “But it doesn’t matter as much any more, because I have another family now.” He stroked my belly.

“Despite your telling me I couldn’t get pregnant.” I smiled into his eyes.

“When I told you that, I didn’t know you were mine.” He smiled back. “My mate, my heart.”
 

We walked our land hand-in-hand. The moon shone down upon us, bright as a followspot. Behind us, long shadows trailed the green grass.

Love had put us here. Our love, but more. Love of friends, of family. Love of a whole damned annoying city.

There truly is no place like home.

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Biting Me Softly

© 2010 Mary Hughes

Biting Love, Book 4

Blood, sex, violence. Blood, okay, but computer geek Liese Schmetterling had enough S&V when her cheating ex fired her. Now security expert—and lip-smacking gorgeous—Logan Steel saunters into her Blood Center, setting fire to her libido. And threatening her job.
 

Visions of pink slips dancing in her head, Liese tries to push Logan away without touching his jutting pecs…or ridged abs. Or petting the Vesuvius in his jeans. He’s hiding something, but it doesn’t seem to matter when his smiles stun her, his kisses crank her to broiling and his bites rocket her to heaven. Fangy bites which, if she weren’t grounded in science, would make her think ampire-Vay.

Centuries old and tragedy-scarred, Logan’s mission is to fortify the Blood Center’s electronic defenses against his nemesis, the leader of a rogue vampire gang. He’s ready for battle but not for Liese, who slips under his skin, laughs at his awful puns, charges beside him into dark, scary places—and tastes like his true love.
 

No matter how often Logan declares his love, Liese can’t bring herself to trust him. But when his archenemy comes after her, not trusting him may cost her life...

Warning this book contains explicit vampire sex involving absurdly large male equipment (hey, they’re monsters), unbelievable stamina (just how long can he stay underwater in a hot tub?), hide-your-eyes violence and horrendously bad puns. And, just when you think it can’t get any worse, a computer geekette trying to play Mata Hari.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Biting Me Softly:

When I first clapped eyes on Logan, I thought,
Hot damn. Look what the Sex Fairy brung me!

It was eight p.m. Sunday night, and I was at work. I do computers for the Meiers Corners Blood Center. The staff is me, the executive director and a part-time nurse named Battle. I was the only one who worked insane hours, but I was new and still trying to prove myself.

I don’t know what made me look up. The cool March air, perhaps. Maybe the aroma wafting in, mystery and magic with overtones of raw sex.

Whatever it was, my eyes lifted and there he was, the most stunning male I’d ever seen. Smack-me-between-the-eyes gorgeous. Bright blond hair rippled to broad, muscular shoulders. Lean strength roped a long, lithe body. Laughter and intelligence sparked gold-flecked hazel eyes. Perfect lips curved in a smile so sensuous it made my innards go
bang
.

Then he opened his mouth and spoke. Talk about ruining perfection.

“Hello, gorgeous.” His tone was deep and lazy. “I want to speak to the computer man in charge.”

Right. Well that just spoiled everything, didn’t it?

I crossed my arms under my breasts. “You’re looking at
him
. I’m the head apple. Minus the stem, but those are overrated anyway.”

My sarcasm didn’t even faze the man. He tucked one spectacular ass cheek on my desk and leaned in, so close I could feel his warmth on my face. “You’re L. Schmetterling? How…fruitful. And what, my Red Delicious, does the
L
stand for? Laurie? Lucy? Lovely?”

All that male beauty and a tight ass on top of it. I’d been burned once by a man with a flabby butt and no hair. This man would incinerate me.
 

I clutched the reminder of male perfidy on my ring finger and screwed up my most forbidding expression. “It stands for Leave. As in Me Alone.”

“I live to do your bidding, princess,” the man crooned, his lips inches from mine. He had perfect, chiseled lips—the kind designed by Michelangelo for kissing. “But if you’re L. Schmetterling, I can’t leave. I have business with you.”

“Look, buddy.” It came out all husky-voiced. I let go of the ring and tried to work back to reasonable. “Look, I don’t know you, and it’s late. Business hours are nine to five Monday through Friday. Come back tomorrow.” I turned to my laptop and pretended I wasn’t quivering to taste those chiseled lips. “You’re just lucky I was here.”

“Oh, I knew you’d be in.” The man stood with lazy grace, the kind latent with power. I watched him from the corner of my eye. He was really quite big and though his body was lean, his shoulders were stunningly broad. He would be immensely strong. He leaned knuckles on my desk. “You work late every night. Most nights you’re here until ten or eleven.
Alone
.” His tone held a touch of censure.

Strangely enough, I hadn’t been afraid of him until then. My eyes jerked to his. Hard steel underlay his friendly expression.
 

I swallowed rising panic—though I was a black belt in Taekwondo, short and kicky was shit against strong and prowly. “What did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t.” He pulled a small leather case from his jeans pocket and tossed a business card on my desk with a careless snap of the wrist. The card should have skipped like a stone and sailed into my wastepaper basket. It landed right under my nose.

Gorgeous
and
talented. This guy would bear watching.
Aw, shucks
, my libido said. I ignored it. Eyes locked on him, I picked up the card. Dared a glance.
Logan Steel, CEO Steel Security
.

Smack me in the face with a Toshiba. Steel Security was the firm that installed a multimillion-dollar security system at Andersly-Dogget Distribution, my first job—one week before I was fired.

“Water under the bridge, Liese,” my mother would say. “Put it behind you.” Moms are always right, especially mine. But right doesn’t equal easy.

I threw the card back. It hit the desk and rebounded into the trash, making my cheeks heat. “You can’t be serious! Steel Security is the Ferrari of security firms. They do the biggest names in the world. Why would they be in little Meiers Corners?”

“
We
are here to install a system.” Steel perched gracefully on my desk again. In his tight black T-shirt and open leather jacket he looked more like a well-muscled fashion model than a CEO.