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    Real Vampires Take A Bite Out of Christmas: The Real Vampires Series, #10.5
    Real Vampires Take A Bite Out of Christmas: The Real Vampires Series, #10.5
    Real Vampires Take A Bite Out of Christmas: The Real Vampires Series, #10.5
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    Real Vampires Take A Bite Out of Christmas: The Real Vampires Series, #10.5

    By Gerry Bartlett

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    Wedding Bells or Wedding Hell? 

    Glory St. Clair is finally marrying her long-time lover. But with the wedding only weeks away, she has more on her hands than bridal showers and fitting her generous curves into a wedding dress. Can she get past a case of cold feet and finally trust her man enough to say "I do"? 

    Just as she's convinced marriage is what she wants, trouble comes knocking. There's a hit on her best friend Flo and it's up to Glory to convince her pal to take the threat seriously or she won't have a matron of honor. Also included, a sneak peek at book eleven in the Real Vampires series, Real Vampires Say Read My Hips.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGerry Bartlett
    Release dateJan 30, 2015
    ISBN9781540197726
    Real Vampires Take A Bite Out of Christmas: The Real Vampires Series, #10.5
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    Gerry Bartlett

    The nationally best-selling author of the Real Vampires series, Gerry Bartlett is a native Texan who lives halfway between Houston and Galveston. She freely admits to a shopping addiction which is why she has an antiques business. She used to be a gourmet cook but has decided it’s more fun to indulge in gourmet eating instead. You can visit Gerry on Facebook, twitter or at her website where she has advice for aspiring writers at http://gerrybartlett.com. While you’re there, be sure to sign up for her newsletter for news of new releases and a chance to win prizes.

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      Real Vampires Take A Bite Out of Christmas - Gerry Bartlett

      Chapter One

      I had a knot the size of Austin in the pit of my stomach. Stupid. So I’d finally said yes to my long-time lover. I wore his ring, a five-carat beauty that felt heavy and strange on my finger. Not a shackle, a commitment. Which I was ready for. Seriously. Just seeing Jeremiah Campbell’s happy smile as he directed workmen to tear down walls in my apartment convinced me I’d done the right thing. I wrapped my arms around his waist.

      Big project you’ve got going on here. You sure all this is necessary? I leaned against him.

      You’ll love it. Master bedroom adequate enough for my king-sized bed, a bath with a soaking tub and those jets you like; not to mention a walk-in shower that will fit both of us comfortably. He turned to hold me against him. His dark eyes reminded me of wild times in dozens of showers. The man did know his way around a tile enclosure. Want me to tell the workers to knock off for the night? Let me give you a personal tour?

      Tempting. I briefly kissed his firm lips then lingered. These mortal workmen didn’t have a clue they were in an apartment with two vampires. Jerry’s fangs slid down and I played with them for a moment before I pulled back. Later. The sooner this project is done, the sooner we can move in and start our new life together.

      About that life. Gloriana St. Clair, you’ve been dodging my questions lately. How about some answers? He led me out into the hall. I’d lived in 2B.

      We carefully avoided two men carrying a piece of granite up the stairs and into unit 2A where Lacy, a werecat and the day manager for my shop downstairs, had lived until recently. Jerry had bought the entire building for us and was turning this floor into our apartment. Lacy had taken being evicted surprisingly well and had found other living arrangements. I hadn’t had a chance yet to ask her what those were. Jerry’s hand stroking my butt brought me back to the problem at hand.

      Questions. At first I hadn’t thought past saying yes to his proposal. Being practical, Jer had immediately bombarded me with those questions about how and where we’d live, the inevitable changes to our relationship, and any number of things that had made me scared to commit. Of course he wanted answers. But would he like what I had to say? The knot in my stomach was now the size of the entire Lone Star State.

      Okay, let’s get this over with. I’ve been thinking. You’re a traditional man, Jeremiah Campbell or Jeremy Blade, whatever name you wish to use when we marry. I’ve become a modern woman. I ran my hands over his chest. I did love those hard muscles. My guy had been a Highland warrior hundreds of years ago and had the scars to prove it. He would always have the look—keen eyes and a sturdy frame that dared anyone to take him on. I knew that even now he could lay his hand on a number of weapons if a threat appeared.

      My stubborn, handsome, invincible Scot. He’d faced danger many times. For me, for the people he loved. I adored that about him. I felt fiercely protective of him too and would risk everything to keep him from getting hurt. I let him see that in my eyes and he pulled me tight against him.

      Ah, Gloriana, my love. I know you’ve changed. I loved you then and I love you now. Please trust me to deal with whatever you have on your mind. He ran his hands up and down my back. I’d seen him do it before when calming a fractious horse. Yep, that was me. The fractious part anyway. Thinking of bolting.

      I took a breath. Okay, so it worked. I was settling down. First, I’d like to keep my name. Stay Gloriana St. Clair. I have a business that I plan to continue running, a Facebook presence, lots of connections who know me by that name. So I won’t become Mrs. Campbell. Definitely not Mrs. Blade. I smiled to take the sting out of that. Hey, I don’t carry knives everywhere like you do. I slid a hand under the back of his shirt and plucked out a dagger to prove my point.

      Careful, that’s sharp. He had it settled into its custom sheath before one of the workmen could see it. Then he firmed his lips, thinking about the name thing. I knew he wasn’t thrilled. It was how in the primitive part of him thought to claim me.

      Gloriana...

      Hear me out, Jer. Your mother hates me anyway. She’ll be over the moon that I’m not sullying the great Campbell name.

      Like I care what she thinks. He scanned the room and frowned. Come with me. He dragged me down the hall, to yet another vacant apartment. It made me wonder just how big our new place was going to be. He’d kept some of the details as a surprise. He opened a door and pushed me inside then shut us in, flipping the lock. I glanced around. Most of the walls were down in here too. I started to ask about it but he put a finger over my lips. Listen to me.

      I stiffened. I hated taking orders. But this was obviously important so I just stared up at him.

      You would do the Campbell name proud. If you ever, ever say again that you’re not good enough for me, I swear I’ll put you over my knee and beat the daylights out of you. His hands tightened on my shoulders. He was deadly serious. It was sweet and a little scary.

      You’ve never hit me before, Jerry. And I know I’ve provoked you. I looked up at him through my lashes. Beat me? On my bare bottom? I slid my hand down to tease the bulge in his jeans. As usual, my man was quick to respond. I haven’t seen daylight in over four hundred years. How hard would you have to spank to get the daylights out of me? I slid down his zipper. He was hot and hard, going commando, my fascinating lover.

      Are you saying you need a good spanking, my love? He growled, his fangs down and his eyes narrow.

      It would be something new to try. I’ve been reading some interesting books lately. It seems that, for some people, it can be quite a turn-on. I stroked his erection, rubbing my thumb over the moisture at the tip. But then you didn’t want to excite me, you wanted to punish me. For thinking that an actress, a lowly commoner, might not be good enough for the heir to Clan Campbell. I sighed when he grasped the edge of my sweater and pulled it up and then tossed it out of the way, He proved once again that he had excellent fine motor skills, popping open the front clasp of my bra with one hand while he pushed his other hand into the back of my spandex jeans. I do love pants that stretch.

      This is just one reason I love you, Gloriana St. Clair. You have never failed to surprise me. Just when I think we might begin to fall into a pattern, you turn the tables, invent something new.

      A pattern? Why that sounds way too much like boredom. I continued to play with his cock and walked us back toward a rough table had been made out of a piece of plywood laid across a pair of sawhorses. It was set up next to where a kitchen was being torn apart. Various utensils were scattered on the countertop. If I ever bore you, promise to file for divorce.

      Bore me? I don’t think that will be a problem. Jerry stopped when I grabbed a rubber spatula and thrust it into his hand. What’s this for?

      I shoved my jeans and panties down to my knees and leaned over the table, offering him my bare bottom. "Figure it out, Jer. I think I’ve been a bad, bad girl. Your mother was right. I was never good enough for you. It’s a mistake for you to marry me. I bet you haven’t even told her our news yet. You surely won’t invite your parents

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