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Authors: J. R. Rain

Vampire Games

 

VAMPIRE

GAMES

 

by

 

J.R. RAIN

 

A Vampire for Hire Novel

 

 

 

Acclaim for the novels of J.R. Rain:

 


Be prepared to lose sleep!”


James Rollins
, international bestselling author of
Bloodline

 


I love this!”


Piers Anthony
, international bestselling author of
On A Pale Horse

 


J.R. Rain delivers a blend of action and wit that always entertains. Quick with the one-liners, but his characters are fully fleshed out (even the undead ones) and you’ll come back again and again.


Scott Nicholson
, #1 bestselling Kindle author of
Chronic Fear

 


Dark Horse
is the best book I’ve read in a long time!”


Gemma Halliday
,
New York Times
bestselling author of
Spying in High Heels

 


Powerful stuff!”


Aiden James
, bestselling author of
Reign of Coins

 


Moon Dance
is absolutely brilliant!”


Lisa Tenzin-Dolma
, author of
Understanding the Planetary Myths

 


Moon Dance
is a must read. If you like Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum, bounty hunter, be prepared to love J.R. Rain’s Samantha Moon, vampire private investigator.”


Eve Paludan
, author of
Taking Back Tara

 


Impossible to put down. J.R. Rain’s
Moon Dance
is a fabulous urban fantasy replete with multifarious and unusual characters, a perfectly synchronized plot, vibrant dialogue and sterling witticism all wrapped in a voice that is as beautiful as it is rich and vividly intense as it is relaxed.”


April Vine
, author of
Unbound

 


Is it possible to redefine two genres in one book? I don’t know, but J.R. Rain has left a lasting impression for the vampire and mystery genres.”


P.J. Day
, author of
King’s Blood

 

 

OTHER BOOKS BY J.R. RAIN

The Lost Ark

The Body Departed

Silent Echo

All the Way Back Home (coming soon)

A Small Sea Rises (coming soon)

 

VAMPIRE FOR HIRE SERIES

Moon Dance

Vampire Moon

American Vampire

Moon Child

Vampire Dawn

Vampire Games

Moon Island (coming soon)

 

SAMANTHA MOON NOVELLAS

Christmas Moon

Moon Shadow (coming soon)

 

SAMANTHA MOON CASE FILES

Vampire Blues: Four Stories

Vampire Gold: Four Stories (coming soon)

 

BROTHERHOOD OF THE BLADE

Burning

Afterglow (coming soon)

Radiance (coming soon)

 

THE JIM KNIGHTHORSE SERIES

Dark Horse

The Mummy Case

Hail Mary

Clean Slate (coming soon)

 

ELVIS MYSTERY SERIES

Elvis Has Not Left the Building

You Ain’t Nothin’ But a Hound Dog (coming soon)

 

THE SPINOZA SERIES

The Vampire With the Dragon Tattoo

The Vampire Who Played Dead

The Vampire in the Iron Mask (coming soon)

 

THE GRAIL QUEST TRILOGY

Arthur

Merlin (coming soon)

Lancelot (coming soon)

 

WITH SCOTT NICHOLSON

Cursed!

Ghost College

The Vampire Club

 

WITH PIERS ANTHONY

Aladdin Relighted

Aladdin Sins Bad

Aladdin and the Flying Dutchman

Aladdin’s Odyssey (coming soon)

 

WITH SCOTT NICHOLSON AND H.T. NIGHT

Bad Blood

 

WITH AIDEN JAMES

Temple of the Jaguar

 

AS EDITOR

Ghost Soldier

Ghost Fire

Ghost Hall

Ghost Tattoo (coming soon)

 

SHORT STORIES

The Bleeder and Other Stories

Teeth and Other Stories

Vampire Nights and Other Stories

Vampires Rain and Other Stories

 

SCREENPLAYS

Judas Silver

Lost Eden

 

 

VAMPIRE GAMES

Published by J.R. Rain

Copyright © 2012 by J.R. Rain

Cover design by Carl at
www.extendedimagery.com

All rights reserved.

 

Ebook Edition, License Notes

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Dedication

To those who care for the animals of this world.

 

Acknowledgments

A special thank you to Eve Paludan, Sandy Johnston, Elaine Babich and P.J. Day.

 

 

 


And what is a vampire? It is something the creeps but never crawls. It is something that drinks but never feasts. It is something unseen but never forgotten.”


Diary of the Undead

 


There, on our favorite seat, the silver light of the moon struck a half-reclining figure, snowy white...something dark stood behind the seat where the white figure shone, and bent over it. What it was, whether man or beast, I could not tell.”


Dracula

 

 

 

Vampire Games

 

 

 

 

Chapter One

 

 

Judge Judy was letting this online con artist know what a scumbag he was—and I was loving every minute of it—when my doorbell rang. I nearly ignored it. Nearly. I mean, she was so very close to having this guy in tears.

Except I knew this was a client at the door. And clients paid the bills.

I reluctantly clicked off the show, set aside the Windex bottle and rag I had forgotten I was holding, and headed for the front door. As I did so, I instinctively reached up for the pair of Oakley wraparound sunglasses that were no longer there. My next conditioned movement was to check my arms and face and hands for sunscreen—which wasn’t there, either.

Wasn’t there, and wasn’t needed.

That is, not since I’d donned the emerald medallion two weeks ago. A medallion that had literally changed my life. A medallion that, curiously, no longer existed.

Two weeks ago, shortly after watching my first sunrise in seven years, I had reached down for the medallion, only to discover it was missing. Left behind had been a disc-shaped burn in my skin and the empty leather strap that had been holding the medallion.

Fang had thought my body
absorbed
the medallion. I had thought that sounded crazy as hell. Fang had reminded me that a skin-absorbing medallion was actually one of the least-craziest things to happen to me in seven years.

Now, two weeks later, there still remained a faint outline of the medallion on my upper chest, seared into my skin.

I’m such a weirdo,
I thought, and settled for reaching up and checking on my hair. Since mirrors were still out of the question, I had become a master at feeling my way through a good hair day. At least, I hoped they were good hair days.

As I stood before the front door, a lingering trepidation remained. After all, sunlight had been my enemy for so many years.

You can do this,
I thought.

And I did. I opened the front door wide as sunlight splashed in. Brilliant sunlight. Splashing over me, but my skin felt...nothing. I felt nothing, and that was the greatest feeling of all.

No searing pain. No gasping sounds. No stumbling around and covering my eyes. No shrinking like a monster from the light of the day.

Such a weirdo.

Maybe. But now, not so weird.

Thank God.

Today, I was wearing torn jeans and a cute blouse, a sleeveless blouse, no less. Most importantly, I wasn’t wearing multiple layers of clothing or one of my epic sunhats. Or satellite dishes, as a client had once called them.

It was just me. And that felt good. Damned good.

The man standing in the doorway was smaller than I expected. He was wearing a Chicago Bulls tank top and basketball shorts and high-top sneakers. He looked like he might have just stepped off the courts or raided a Foot Locker. The detailed tattoos that ran up and down his arms—and even along his neck—seemed to tell a story about something, although I couldn’t puzzle it out at first blush.


Russell?” I said.


That’s me,” he said softly. “You must be Ms. Moon.”

He dipped his head in a way that I found adorable. The dip was part greeting, part submission, and partly to let me know that he came in peace. We shook hands and I led him to my office in the back of my house, passing Anthony’s empty room along the way. Well, not entirely empty. A pair of his white briefs sat in the middle of the floor, briefs that had seen better—and whiter—days. I reached in and quickly shut the door before my client got a good look at the mother of all skid marks.

Superman had Lex Luthor. Batman had the Joker. I had Anthony’s skid marks.

Once safe in my office, I showed Russell to one of my client chairs and took a seat behind my cluttered desk.


So, what can I do for you, Russell?” I asked.


Jacky says you might be able to help me.”


Jacky, the boxing trainer?”


Yes,” he said.


Jacky say anything else?”


Only that you are a freak of nature.”

I grinned. “He’s always thought highly of me. What kind of help do you need?”

He looked at me. Straight in the eye. He held my gaze for a heartbeat or two, then said, “Somebody died accidentally...except I don’t think it was an accident.”

I nodded and did a quick psychic scan of the young man sitting before me. I sensed a heavy heart. Pain. Confusion. I sensed a lot of things. Most important, I did not sense that he was a killer.


Tell me about it,” I said.

 

 

 

Chapter Two

 

 

Russell Baker was a boxer.

A damn good one, too, apparently. He was twenty-five, fought in the coveted welterweight division, had a record of 22-3, and was moving quickly up the rankings. There were whispers that he might fight Manny Pacquiao—or Floyd Mayweather, Jr. His management was presently negotiating a fight on HBO. He’d already fought around the world: Tokyo, Dubai, South Africa. He’d already beaten some of the top contenders in the world. Only the best remained. Only the champions remained. Russell Baker was on top of the boxing world and nothing could slow him down.

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