Author: Lisa Emme
Genre: Urban Fantasy
What’s a girl to do when her date is D.O.A?
Angharad ‘Harry’ Russo is just your ordinary twenty-something, with one exception - she’s a witch with an out of the ordinary gift. When her blind date goes sideways and she ends up face to face with a dead body, her life starts to go sideways too.
Harry soon finds herself right in the middle of the mayhem, dealing with Cian Nash, a homicide detective that is as aggravating as he is sexy; the biggest, baddest vampire in town; and a parcel of pesky zombies that keep popping up everywhere. It’s all connected to her date’s unfortunate demise, or is there more to it than meets the eye?
A bit of a thrill seeker, Lisa has tried such death defying activities as bungy jumping off a bridge and rappelling down the side of a 17 storey building. She's also single-handedly raising a teenager.
Lisa has worked as a veterinary assistant, playground instructor, bank teller, store clerk, waitress, telephone solicitor, research writer for an environmental think tank, computer programmer, and systems analyst. Her passion however, is writing. What else is she going to do during the long, cold prairie winter?
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A door abruptly opened as we were walking past and I caught a glimpse inside, confirming my suspicions. We were in an S&M sex club. A few steps later, another door opened and a tall, blonde vampire wearing 5-inch, lace up platform ankle boots stepped out into the hall. She pulled a gauzy robe on over her black, patent leather corset.
“Now you be a very good boy Murray and wait there for me.” She tapped the end of a riding crop against her black leather glove. “You know what happens when you are naughty.” She turned and saw me, raising an appraising eyebrow. “Come to play, Kitten?” she purred, reaching out with the end of the riding crop to stroke my cheek.
I flinched away, not wanting it to touch me and she laughed. I turned and looked her in the eye and it was her turn to flinch. “Not unless you want me to snap that thing in half and stake you through the heart with it, Sweetheart.” I smiled sweetly and her eyes widened in surprise. Her face twisted into a snarl and she took a step towards me.
Stefan put a hand against her chest, giving her a little push backwards. “Not now Simeen, this one’s not for you.”
Simeen threw me a contemptuous look and then turned with a flourish. Her robe billowed behind her like a cape as she stalked off down the hall. The cheeks of her bare ass jiggled as she walked. It kind of ruined the whole effect…