Six paragraphs from V NEGATIVE, a Paranormal/Contemporary
Fantasy/Romantic Suspense
1. The captain answered
the unspoken question. “Five years ago, your people came out of the proverbial
closet and let the rest of the world know about you. Since then, we’ve seen a
rise in crime by vamps, and against vamps. It’s almost become an epidemic. So
the bigwigs got it in their heads to recruit a few of you to see if we could
nip a lot of this shit in the bud. But the problem arises that you’re faster
and stronger than we humans. And even though you’re vulnerable to bullets, you
can disarm one of us quicker than you can say, ‘Boo.’ If we put a uniform on
you, you’re gonna stick out like sore thumbs.”
2. “Yeah.” She looked at
the both of them. “And then it took us nearly three more years before you guys
were willing to accept the fact that there are good vamps as well as the bad
ones. Just like you humans, the majority of us aren’t predatory creatures the
way your books and movies depict us.” She chuckled. “The irony that few people
managed to see was that in your books and movies, humans are depicted as good
guys and bad guys, too, but you weren’t willing to give us that benefit of a
doubt.”
3. She took a long swallow of her drink, closing her eyes as
the liquid made its way to her stomach. For the time being, she didn’t want to
imbibe any blood when she was on duty, or in front of her partner. At least,
not until she and…Valenti…had spent
enough time working together. It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable with the
idea. It was the reaction she dreaded seeing on Ja—Valenti’s face when she
eventually did. And only because she had no other choice. A vamp could only go
so long before she was forced to drink, or else her body would literally conk
out on her.
4. After they finished
breakfast, they went straight to the police station. Every so often, Saoirse
would glance over at her partner, who appeared to be in deep thought. He hadn’t
commented or questioned her anymore after she’d revealed the fact that her
parents had died more than fifty years ago. It was a known fact that her kind
had long lives. She guessed him being hit broadside in the face with the
knowledge that she had been a teenager when her parents were killed half a century
ago was something that required a bit of time for him to digest.
5. No. His first step, the need, the urge that felt like they
were opposite magnetic poles, was to kiss her. To taste those pale, firm lips
that he knew would be as warm as the rest of her. And to bury his nose in that
thick black hair so he could breathe her in. When he’d impulsively kissed her
forehead back in the subdivision, he’d been surprised by the cedar-like scent
he’d caught. It made him wonder if it came naturally, or if it was a byproduct
of her shampoo. And her
eyes. When she’d gazed up at him, their color reminded him of roses. Red roses.
6. He stopped the vehicle before they
reached the front entrance and rolled down the passenger side window. “Call it
a gut feeling, but after that ex-boyfriend of yours accosted you in your
hospital room, and then was waiting for you to come home, I’m not putting
anything past him anymore. I’m going to drive by your building first. You check
to see if he’s still hanging around, or if he’s recruited someone else to keep
watch. I take it that someone would be another vamp.”
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