Murder at Chipmunk Lake
Nixie's lost her mojo!
A Nixie and Julian Story. *Paranormal.
Hot.*
Nixie Emerson, punk rock musician and
first-time mom-to-be, has a stalker. Her band Guns and Polkas has
gone national after their big stage debut, but the price of fame is
the stalker trying to scare her into leaving the band.
Her husband, master vampire Julian,
whisks Nixie away to the Wisconsin north woods--where they meet the
stalker on the pier of their cabin and he again threatens Nixie.
Julian punches him out and the couple
walks away thinking the problem is over. But when the next evening
the stalker is found dead, they find out the trouble is only
starting.
Warning: contains a cranky pregnant
lady trying to control her swearing, a master vampire appeasing his
wife with food and creative sex, murder, mayhem and several arguments
over what to name the baby.
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Excerpt:
The fang-plucking action had finally
gotten through, and my husband Julian was up for a round of bed
bingo.
But between pregnancy, the stalker, and
dealing with my apex-predator hubby, I was both keyed up and too
tired. “I want to, but…well.”
He smiled. “While I am always ready,
willing and able, I actually didn’t mean sex. How about a massage?”
Every aching cell in my body jerked to
attention. I blinked. “Foot rub?”
“And back rub and thigh rub, plus
I’ll massage oil into your belly.”
I put my hand in his. “Baby Jayden
would be grateful.”
“We’re not naming him Jayden.” He
drew me to my feet then picked me up and glided with me into the
bedroom. “What kind of name is Jayden? No history to it. Now John,
or William, or Peter—”
“A potty, a willie and another
willie? Uh-uh.”
He sighed as he laid me gently on the
bed. “Open your jeans.”
“Don’t you want them off?”
“This is a non-threatening belly rub.
But feet first.”
As I fumbled with the maternity jeans’
fastenings, he pulled off my shoes and socks, picked up the lotion,
pumped a handful, and warmed it with a brisk rub of hands. Taking my
foot, he worked the lotion into the ball.
I groaned. “I love you.”
“This is to make sure that you keep
loving me.”
“This is to make sure I keep
functioning.”
“That too.” He knuckled the sides
of my foot, rubbed the heel, then massaged each individual toe,
pulling more ecstatic groans from me.
I managed to get my pants open but my
blood pressure was dropping by the minute and my fingers were lovely
relaxed noodles. “That’s sooo wonderful. Don’t stop.”
“I value my life, so I wasn’t
planning to.” He did the other foot then massaged up my calf.
My tension dropped a level with each
circle of his warm, strong fingers.
So by the time he got his hands on my
jeans-covered thighs, my fatigue was gone and my tension had turned
to something warmer.
I wrestled to my elbows. “How about
you help me off with these pants?
He continued to knead muscles, smiling
slightly. “In a minute.”
That smile meant he’d expected my
change of heart. I love it when he knows me better than I know
myself. Being six-plus of jaw-dropping gorgeous doesn’t hurt. “How
about now.”
“As you wish.” With one smooth tug
he depantsed and depantied me, and with another, slid off both my
smock top and bra.
“Dang, you’re good. Practice?”
“Motivation. My lovely wife.”
“And practice.”
“And motivation to practice on my
lovely wife.”
“Okay, you win.”
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