Wicked Intentions (Paperback) (ISBN-13: 9781484803202)

Life was bad enough when Lauren DarPayne hit puberty and sprouted a set of fangs, but now it's hell. After almost killing her boyfriend, Derik, and turning him into a vampire, she quit college and moved from small town Louisiana all the way to Atlanta, Georgia to be a stripper at Wicked Intentions. It's good money, a great place to hide, and an easy meal ticket... well, at least until a psycho with some interesting non-human abilities starts eviscerating her coworkers. Now, due to her past 'indiscretion' with Derik, the governing body of all cryptid, the Abattoir, is giving her an ultimatum: play bait willingly, or by force. Excerpt: Lights went out. A brief moment of complete silence followed. The darkness felt alive and closing in on me. A murmur of excitement began to roar through the building. Glasses breaking, a short shriek from backstage. I clung to the pole. Anyone taking me would have to take the damn pole too. "Can you see anything?" Therone's voice hissed in my ear. "No, nothing," I replied shakily. "Not even the streetlights from outside." "Damn," he said again. "He's cut off more than the club's power." I stood there for what felt like an eternity; I was squeezing the pole so tightly I half expected it to crumble between my fingers. From somewhere downstairs a generator sputtered and flickered to life. "Our apologies ladies and gentlemen," the announcer called out, as dim fluorescent light washed over the main floor. "There's been some sort of power issue. We appreciate your business and are handing out vouchers to another show as you exit. We apologize for any inconvenience and wish you all a safe drive home." I stood alone on stage watching as the crowd began to move unhappily toward the door. As the last few stragglers left, a familiar scent flooded my nose. My heart pounded in my ears, and fear pushed my stomach up into my throat. "Therone," I rasped into my receiver while my eyes darted frantically around, "please tell me that I'm not the only one who smells that!" "You're not," he said after a long pause. "Where is it coming from?" "I'm not sure, we have to wait until the last customer leaves. I have two agents checking the bathrooms and five others doing a general sweep. Hang tight." My eyes finally focused in the eerie light. Vamps do have amazing eyesight, but the adjustment time between extreme light and dark takes longer than it does for humans. I inhaled again and started searching for the source. It was coming from the bar. I went numb. Surely the killer wouldn't have... "Therone!" I yelled, voice catching in my throat as I walked toward the scent. "Therone!" I shrieked a second time, unable to find any other words. "What is it?" Therone said, running to my side. The message was simple, short, and written on the wall in blood: YOU'RE NEXT BITCH. WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT. Contains Graphic Violence and Sexual Situations.

Author: Charity Langley
ISBN-10: 1484803205
ISBN-13: 9781484803202
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
Language: English
Published: 04/28/2013
Pages: 344
Format: Paperback
Weight: 1.11lbs
Size: 9.00h x 6.00w x 0.77d