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    Sarah Palin: Vampire Hunter
    Sarah Palin: Vampire Hunter
    Sarah Palin: Vampire Hunter
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    Sarah Palin: Vampire Hunter

    By Dan McGirt

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    Twinkle, Oregon is a tiny town with a dark secret. Moody teenager Stella must decide between her undead boyfriend Edmund and her werewolf not-boyfriend Jake. But Stella better decide fast because a certain rogue vampire hunter is about to roll into town. Life - and unlife - in Twinkle will never be the same!

    A madcap mix of humor, horror, pop culture gone bad ... and wild vampire-fighting action!

    Sarah Palin vs. Vampires! Really, what else could you ask for?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTrove Books
    Release dateMar 2, 2010
    ISBN9781452331911
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    Dan McGirt

    Dan McGirt is the author of the Jason Cosmo fantasy adventure series, the Jack Scarlet action-adventure series, Sarah Palin: Vampire Hunter and assorted other tales, some sordid, most not. His most recent story is Glass Darkly & The Skull in the Box, an occult mystery short story.When not writing, Dan enjoys whitewater kayaking, long walks in the forest, and building homemade time machines.

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      Sarah Palin - Dan McGirt

      Sarah Palin: Vampire Hunter

      Twinkle

      Dan McGirt

      Sarah Palin: Vampire Hunter Twinkle

      Copyright © 2010 by Dan McGirt

      All rights reserved.

      Cover Art Copyright © 2010 by Brian Denham

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      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

      Published by Trove Books LLC

      TroveBooks.com

      Smashwords Edition 1.3, October 2010

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

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      Sarah Palin: Vampire Hunter

      Twinkle

      Twinkle, Oregon

      Twilight’s last gleaming fell softly through the mist between the trees. Sinuous fingers of fog caressed the upright shafts and trailed teasingly through the underbrush. The sun plunged into the wet darkness of the roiling sea. Above, parting clouds exposed a full, round, ripe, pale moon heaving upward into the night sky. Its tender light groped downward to find a young couple in a forest clearing, clutched in a tight embrace, their lips melded together in a deep and passionate kiss.

      They broke apart.

      Oh, Edmund! said Stella, gasping. Sometimes I think I’ll suffocate from kissing you! It’s like you never need air.

      Sorry, said Edmund. He smiled apologetically. Sometimes you make me forget to breathe.

      Stella grinned. When you put it like that, I don’t mind at all. Oh, Edmund, I love you so much!

      And I love—

      I mean, I really, really, deeply, completely love you with every single part of me from my head to my toes.

      I feel the—

      I mean every single molecule of me loves you! Every atom! Every one of those sub-atomic thingies Mr. Flagg talks about in science class but I don’t really know what they are because I spend the whole class staring at you or passing notes to Callie about how much I love you or writing your name on my notebook.

      I know, said Edmund. He ran his fingers through her stringy brown hair. Stella, you have to—

      When I’m with you, I don’t care about anything else! Not school or shopping or television or even Justin Bieber. Who cares about him anyway?

      Good to know.

      And when I’m not with you, all I think about is you. How you look. How you move. How you sound. How you smell. She inhaled deeply. I’m so drawn to your scent. Does that seem weird?

      I use that Axe body spray, so no.

      I dream about you when I sleep, except I don’t sleep. I just lie awake thinking about you. Or texting my friends about you. Sometimes, late at night, I update my Facebook profile to say how much I miss you and that I’m thinking about you. And then I write poems about you in my LiveJournal.

      Yes, I’ve read some of those, said Edmund. You don’t pay attention in English class either, do you?

      I can’t! Maybe I should set my LJ to private, but I don’t care. I don’t care, Edmund! I don’t care who knows how I feel because I want everyone to know how I feel about you because it’s how I feel about you and everyone should care.

      About?

      How I feel about you!

      Right.

      Oh, Edmund, you’re so sparkly and gorgeous and moody. I want to be with you forever!

      His tourmaline eyes flickered red. Do you really mean that?

      Yes. I want to spend every second with you until the end of time! I have this aching, longing, yearning, indescribable need to be with you that I can’t even describe.

      I think you just did.

      It fills me, Edmund! My need to be with you constantly, always, forever. It fills me up. It makes me ache and tingle and ties my stomach in a knot and I love you so much that sometimes I just throw up on myself!

      Lovely, said Edmund. But, listen, Stella—

      She knit her brow in confusion. Listen? What does that mean?

      Edmund sighed. It means you stop talking and I say something. He cupped her face in his hands and stared deeply into her chocolate chip eyes. It mean you use these cute ears of yours for once.

      "I record myself reading the poems I write about you and then I upload the recordings to my iPod and I

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