Hunted Holiday: A Vampire Romance

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Hunted Holiday: A Vampire Romance

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

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Chapter Seven

About the Author, Mandy M. Roth

Hunted Holiday: A Vampire Romance

by

Mandy M. Roth

Hunted Holiday: A Vampire Romance © Copyright 2014, Mandy M. Roth

First Electronic Printing November 2014, Mandy M. Roth

Cover art by Andrea Depasture, © Copyright 2014

Content and Copy Edits by: Suz Gower

Copy Edit by: Jinxie

Final Line Edit Round One by: Dianne B.
 

Final Line Edit Round Two by: Lesley Parkin
 

Final Proofing by: Christa Soulé

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All books are copyrighted to the author and may not be resold or given away without written permission from the author, Mandy M. Roth.

This novella is a work of fiction and intended for mature audiences only. Any and all characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or events or places is merely coincidence. Book contains frank language, violence, and open door sex scenes. It is not for the faint of heart.

Hunted Holiday: A Vampire Romance

Dani Malloye hates the holidays, and with good reason. Though her best friend tries to force the Christmas spirit on her with giant Santas and elves that light up, she'd rather spend her time doing what she does best—enforcing paranormal law on the streets of Chicago. Nothing like a little evil bloodshed to lighten the mood. Besides, work means she can spend time with her sexy boss, Cornell Sutton. Too bad Cornell is uptight, her new neighbor, and a vampire. Everyone knows slayers and vampires just don’t mix. Or do they?

Chapter One

Zucchinis, the other word for “it”

“Come on, Dani.”

Dani Malloye eyed her friend Mimi cautiously, positive the girl had finally lost it and the mental break had come in the form of excess holiday cheer. Apparently, when Dani had, in casual conversation, mentioned she hadn’t celebrated the holidays in years, Mimi had seen that as a challenge and accepted it.

Tenfold.

Mimi had already spent the greater part of the snowy Chicago day unloading box after box of Christmas decorations onto Dani’s snow-covered front yard in an attempt to “get Dani in the mood” for the season. No amount of setting the scene would ever get Dani on board with the holidays.

She flinched, wanting to keep from slipping into remembered pain. She wasn’t thirteen anymore. She wasn’t helpless. Ten years had passed and she had embraced her destiny. She was no longer weak or terrified. Even with the sense of empowerment, Dani couldn’t make her way back to finding happiness at this time of year. But there was no sense in ruining Mimi’s love of it all.

With a slow, measured breath, Dani pushed a smile to her face, wanting to look happy for the sake of her friend. Currently, Dani had concerns about her yard being a fire hazard once the decorations were actually plugged in. So far, the only thing dancing through her head was images of her electric meter spinning. That was a bill she had no interest in seeing.
 

She made good money as a slayer, or the new politically correct term—Preternatural Enforcer—but she didn’t flaunt money or spend unwisely. There had been a time when she’d lived on the streets, unsure where her next meal would come from or even if it would come. While that had changed, she wasn’t one to spend needlessly.

Mimi, having grown up in the lap of luxury, didn’t really have any true concept of money. The girl still lived in her family’s huge mansion on the other side of the city, and more often than not, Mimi had her own personal driver to cart her around. She didn’t have to work, but she did anyway. She was one of the Preternatural Magiks with Chicago’s Bureau of Paranormal Investigation (CBPI). The people in charge liked to ration them out to the teams of enforcers, just in case a magik was needed. Mimi was on the same team as Dani. They’d met during training and had clicked right away. Dani and Mimi had grown up with very different backgrounds, but that hadn’t stopped them from becoming the best of friends.

The minute Dani spotted a giant light-up Santa, still in the box, standing almost as tall as her, she shook her head, needing to stop the insanity before it became an even bigger eyesore. “No way. I’m vetoing that one.”

“Come on, Dani,” Mimi pleaded, her light blue eyes wide and her bottom lip jutted forward, pouting, as her red hair poked out from under her knitted cap. The girl had a way of getting Dani to agree to just about anything. It was the power of the best friend code of ethics. That, or big sad eyes. Dani wasn’t sure.
 

“The Santa was too cute for me to resist,” added Mimi.

Dani paused, considering letting Mimi have her way. “No.”

“Dani, you have to admit he’s adorable.” Mimi tugged on the end of the box, doing her best to get Super Santa free from his packaging. From the looks of it, Super Santa weighed a ton.

Stretching her arms above her head in an attempt to ease her stiffness, Dani kept making a noise that indicated
no way
. That noise was quickly replaced by a grunt when she overstretched her tired and sore muscles.
 

Mimi eyed her. “Did you get checked in the infirmary after last night’s scuffle?”

“Scuffle” was a mild word for it. Millennium Park had been the scene of one hell of a battle between those who tried to police the supernaturals, and a select group of supernaturals, who had decided they wanted to do as they pleased—and doing as they pleased meant attacking humans.

That was a no-go.

Dani, a skilled slayer, and the few enforcers with her, had been grossly outnumbered when they’d been ambushed. She’d nearly gotten her ass handed to her once or twice during it all, but had come out on top. Several baddies had escaped and the CBPI was on it. If any of the perps resurfaced, the enforcers would be notified.

“I’m good. Sore, but good,” said Dani, though she was a bit worse off than she cared to admit. “But I’m still drawing the line on Super Santa.”

“Holiday mood killer,” mumbled Mimi.

Dani was about to comment when the hairs on the back of her neck prickled, wanting to stand on end but resisting. Her slayer side was more sensitive to certain types of supernaturals. That happened with a lot of slayers. Dani’s easy-to-sense supernaturals were vampires.

A smile wanted to form on her face when she put together which vampire in particular was watching her. The only one she’d ever had the hots for. The one who just happened to be her boss. She resisted, doing her best to act as if she didn’t sense him there, his gaze on her from afar.

Do not look over at his house. Do not
, she repeated to herself.

Cornell Sutton, member of one of the ruling vampire families and one of the heads of her division of CBPI. More specifically, he was her direct boss and just happened to be a hunk. Tall, sinewy, with ink-black hair that hung just past his chiseled jaw line and eyes so dark it was often hard to tell when his demon rode his body. Like most vampires, he was on the pale side, but he worked it.

Man, oh man, did he work it.

Dani’s entire body tightened with thoughts of Cornell. He always smelled like cinnamon and baked goods to her. Every vampire had a natural scent. His reminded her of apple pie, which was her one weakness. She’d once asked Mimi if she too smelled baked goods around Cornell, but Mimi had stared at her like she was nuts.

Didn’t matter. The guy smelled yummy enough to eat.

Too bad he was her boss and a stick-in-the-mud. He was a by-the-book kind of guy. Always harping on her about the rules and regulations. About her duties. About her wild ways.

Mostly, she tuned him out, disliking authority figures and following orders. She thought she’d one-upped him with her streak of defiance, but then, two years ago, he’d done the unimaginable.

The jerk had bought the property next to Dani’s house as well as the next two properties beyond that, had the previous homes on the lots demolished, and then had commissioned the building of a giant, gothic-feeling mansion with matching grounds. The place did not fit into the suburban area one bit. It stuck out like a sore thumb, but he’d done it all the same. It had been completed six months prior, and for those long six months Dani had found herself living next door to her boss. He was probably watching her because he had plans to scold her for her juvenile behavior.

Yep, a total stick-in-the-mud.
 

A hot one.
 

But a stick all the same.

She shook her head at her friend. “Mimi, I’m drawing the line there. I think three Santas are plenty already. I’m not sure we need a giant one on top of the others. Last time I checked, there was only one Santa Claus. There were also only eight
tiny
reindeer.” She made quotes with her mitten-covered fingers and then attempted to push her long blonde hair back up and under her stocking cap without much in the way of success. She simply had too much hair to tame. “Catch the
tiny
and
only eight
part?”

Grinning, Mimi shrugged. “Hey, those were on sale and my brother won’t let me decorate our grounds, so you get to deal with me, like it or not.”

Sale for Mimi probably still meant she’d overpaid for everything, not to mention that she didn’t really understand buying in moderation. Dani didn’t even want to guess at what went into the current haul.
 

Dani touched her chin, pondering. “Have you ever wondered why it’s eight reindeer and not, say, twelve or even twenty? I mean, look at the guy they get charged with pulling—he ain’t tiny.”

Mimi groaned. “Dani, do not mock Santa.”

“Mimi,” she said softly, hating to be the bearer of the obvious. “You do realize you’re Fae and that in itself says the odds of you being Christian and celebrating a—”

Mimi frowned. “I always wanted to celebrate, but my family didn’t see the point. Conrad thinks I’m silly. I like it. I like the idea of it, and honestly, there are some interesting overlaps with Christmas and Fae religious beliefs, which aren’t that far from what the druids believe.”

Dani grunted. “I have never had a group of Fae show up at my door, caroling.”

Mimi snorted. “Yet.”

“True.”

“It shouldn’t matter what religion I am,” said Mimi, holding her current decoration of choice much like a teddy bear. “I want to celebrate, so I am.”

“You should have baby-stepped it and just went with a tree,” offered Dani.

Mimi sighed, a defeated expression coming over her. “I knew I forgot something.”

It took all of Dani’s strength not to laugh. “You mean to tell me you went through all this trouble, but you don’t have a tree?”

“Yes,” said Mimi, looking dispirited. “I forgot the tree.”

“When I was reporting in to Cornell, I noticed he had a bunch of them around his place. I can steal one of his.”
 

“Danielle Malloye, you will not be a grinch,” said Mimi, her eyes wide.

“The guy is loaded and I’m pretty sure he had his minions do the heavy lifting. Doubt he’d notice one missing.”

Mimi paused. “So, tell me about your last visit with Mr. Hot ‘n’ Hunky Boss Man.”

Rolling her eyes, Dani bent and gathered some snow, packing it into a snowball. “Not much to tell. After that big bust down at Millennium Park, which he showed up at, by the way, he then demanded I return to his home with him, rather than the office. I did. He let everyone else involved go to the office.”

“Don’t you think it’s weird that you live next door to one of Chicago’s most influential vampires?” asked Mimi.

Dani shrugged. “I’ve no idea why he picked here to build. Oak Tree Ridge is hardly up-and-coming or a happening section of town.”

Mimi grinned. “Gee. I wonder.”

“What does that mean?”

Mimi licked her lips. “I’m sure I have no idea.”

Dani tried to hide her blush. “It was so weird. He burst in like a superhero during the battle and started ripping through the bad guys. When the rest had scattered to the winds, Cornell walked around me in circles, scowled, told me I should have waited for him to get there before even entering the area—like I was supposed to know it was going to be an ambush—and then he demanded to know about all the injuries I’d sustained.”

Mimi snorted. “He offer to kiss any?”

“Be serious.”
 

“I am,” Mimi said, pointing to Cornell’s house. “The man built his house practically on top of you. I don’t think it’s a reach to say he’d certainly kiss your sore spots. And your non-sore ones.”

Cornell’s house sat just behind an iron fence he’d had erected within days of the construction on the main house coming to a close. He had two hellhounds that, while adorable, at least in Dani’s eyes, couldn’t be permitted to roam the neighborhood unattended. Humans tended to freak out if they did.