Welcome to the Neighborhood by Mary Abshire
Sparks fly under the full moon in paranormal suburbia.
Vampire Alexandria Cartwright believes she’s found the perfect home in paranormal suburbia. An independent young woman and professional financial adviser, Alexi needs help from no man, human or paranormal. Until burglars break into her house and steal her most valuable possession–one which could lead to her demise.
Werewolf Gregory Holmes is instantly attracted to his new neighbor and wants nothing more than to protect her from any who would seek to harm her. Helping Alexi recover her stolen safe seems to be the perfect opportunity to show her how he feels.
Centuries of experience have shown Alexi all men are greedy pigs who only think with the brain below their belt. But as Greg comes to her aid repeatedly, she wonders if he’s the real deal. Can she overcome her loathing for men? Can Greg break through the wall she’s built to show her the meaning of love?
CONTENT WARNING: Language. Violence. Graphic sex.
A Lyrical Press Paranormal Romance
- ISBN: 9781616504779
- Genre: Romance / Paranormal / Contemporary / Vampire
- Length: 93,000 words
- Ebook Page Count: 267
- Publication Date: August 5, 2013
- Available Formats: pdf, epub, mobi
- Series: Midnight Gardens book, #1
Copyright 2013, Mary Abshire
All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.
She rolled over on her back and stared up at the ceiling. The werewolf was the sweetest, most helpful and compassionate man she’d ever met. No matter how many times she pushed him away, he persisted with his desire to help her. And if rejecting him wasn’t enough, she made a fool of herself plenty of times, enough to drive most men away. She’d thought he was gay. Shouldn’t that have offended him? He’d seen her vibrator. Didn’t he think she was some weirdo, horny vamp? No, he practically begged her to stay. His determination amazed her.
Why was he keen on helping her?
She racked her brain for hours, trying to figure out his reasons. Nothing made sense. She couldn’t understand why he was so sincere and kindhearted toward her.
Did he really care about her? He couldn’t love her. It wasn’t possible. Over three centuries of experience proved men used women, sucked them dry. Men didn’t care how women felt, didn’t care about feelings. They just wanted to get what they wanted, most of it through sex, then move to the next willing victim. She wanted to believe Greg was different, but how could she when she’d seen and struggled through years of abuse?
He’d asked her to listen to her heart. Logic told her if she did, she would regret it. No man really cared about a woman. Most certainly, no werewolf would concern himself with a vampire. She decided to listen to reason, not an unbeating heart.
She twisted to her side and kicked the sheet covering her legs. Irritation gnawed on her. She owed Greg for the little bit of assistance he’d given her. As soon as she could scratch the debt off her list, she could move on without him.
The buzz from the nightstand behind her jarred her. She twisted and the sheet tightened around her. “Damn it!” She wiggled and pushed the covers away from her.
Lifting the phone, she saw Cassandra’s number displayed on the screen.
“You didn’t call me after your party,” Cass said with a slight touch of whininess in her tone.
“I had a rough morning.” She rolled onto her back with the phone pressed to her ear.
“Oh? What happened?”
“Well, I almost got into a fight with a female demon.”
“What?” Her voice was elevated. “Are you joking?”
“I wish. I had a glass of wine and she hit the table. It spilled all over my white outfit.”
“I hope you make the bitch pay for cleaning your clothes.”
Alexi slid her leg from under the cover. The cool air soothed her. Her skin had warmed since she’d snuggled under the thick blankets for the nearly ten hours.
“Well, I was more concerned about getting away from her instead of asking for her number. Ten seconds longer around the demon and she would’ve become wallpaper. And I really didn’t want to do that considering I just moved into the neighborhood.”