The Good, the Bad, and the Vampire
(Dead in the City #4)
By Sara Humphreys
Publication: January 5th 2016
(Dead in the City #4)
By Sara Humphreys
Publication: January 5th 2016
WOW!!! how Love Sara Humphreys' Dead in the City Series.
I love the story-line on fated mates (or blood mates as she
calls it). I have loved these books from the first book.
Although these can be read as standalones. I recommend
you read them all in order, as there is background story that
unfolds as each book progresses. Like how the coven moves along with each couple as they find one another. Now this
one was one I have been waiting for. Dakota a texen from
back in the day southern boy and all his charm. and Trixie
our punk rock goddess, who's hair changes color more often
then most of us change clothes. Even though she tries to deni her feelings for Dakota, it is hard to turn a blind eye
to the wonderful man. and when he helps save someone
close to her,( you will be so shocked with this one, but
I am not telling) she finds it even harder to deni her feeling
for him. Man I can not wait to see who finds their mate next.
I am hoping its our wonderful Damien and Suzie. Now
before
I ruin this for you I will leave off here. I hope you enjoy this
book as much
as I did. If you do like this book, please
consider leaving a review. The Authors really like it when
you
do, they value your opinions too.
Beloved author Sara Humphreys' acclaimed paranormal
romance series continues with sweltering attraction between
romance series continues with sweltering attraction between
two vampires who have all the time in the world to satisfy
their desires...
He wants eternity?
Dakota Shelton is a vampire cowboy with a penchant for
He wants eternity?
Dakota Shelton is a vampire cowboy with a penchant for
cinnamon lollipops and Johnny Cash. Though highly skilled
and deadly dangerous to his enemies, he's still a Texas
good ol' boy at heart. And he has that heart set on wooing
Trixie LaRoux-the most badass punk rock chick in town-the
old-fashioned way.
Over her undead body...
Trixie is tough as nails and sharp as a silver stake-the last
Over her undead body...
Trixie is tough as nails and sharp as a silver stake-the last
thing she wants is a man to sit on a porch and not grow old
with. So it'll take going to hell and back fighting a new threat
to vampires before she admits Dakota's courtship makes her
blood hum. Turns out chivalry's not dead after all.
Trixie couldn’t remember the last time she went to a little girl’s birthday party but it
certainly wasn’t since becoming a vampire.
Olivia and Doug might have been two of the world’s most powerful vampires, but they
had also become the first vampire parents in recorded history. Today was their daughter Emily’s
second birthday and they were throwing her a big old party, complete with birthday cake and
balloons.
Trixie had gone back and forth all day long about whether or not to attend.
Being around little Emily was bittersweet on a regular day and the birthday celebration
would only heighten Trixie’s struggle. But choosing not to go would have been selfish. Trixie’s
personal drama wasn’t Emily’s fault, and she didn’t want to disappoint the adorable little
redheaded cherub. Not only that, Emily was Olivia’s daughter and since Olivia was Trixie’s
maker, that made her family.
Not showing up would have been rotten.
Olivia would have understood if Trixie bailed out; she knew her better than anyone else.
But Olivia’s Bloodmate, Doug, wouldn’t understand her absence from such a celebrated event.
Neither would the other members of the coven.
Nope. Trixie decided to do what she always did. She’d put on a smile, make a wise-ass
comment or two, and act like nothing and nobody bothered her.
A familiar voice pulled her from her thoughts as she strode down the stone hallways of
the Presidium’s underground facility, buried deep beneath Fort Tryon Park and The Cloisters in
New York City,
“Well, smack my ass and call me Sally.”
The deep southern drawl echoed around her, stopping Trixie dead in her tracks. A shiver
of lust whispered beneath her skin as it usually did whenever he was nearby, but she swiftly
shoved it aside.
“Okay, Sally.” Trixie rolled her shoulder and fought the buzz of attraction. “But you can smack
your own ass.”
“What’s the matter, darlin’?” The rumbling baritone of his voice soaked with that
southern twang, drifted over her shoulder but she didn’t spare him a glance. Trixie continued
toward Olivia and Doug’s apartment door, forcing herself to put one foot in front of the other.
“Don’t I even get a hello?”
“Hello, Dakota,” she said, with a roll of her eyes.
Coming to this little gathering for Emily was difficult enough and his arrival only
ratcheted her anxiety up a notch. Damn it. Why wasn’t he out on patrol? Over the past few
months, the cocky and admittedly gorgeous sentry, had become more and more present in her
little corner of the universe.
Trixie fiddled with the box in her hands, the one she’d wrapped carefully with the pink
and white skull and crossbones paper. She didn’t even bother to put a card with it. Everyone
would know who’d brought it. She was the only coven member with bright pink hair and a
penchant for skulls and crossbones, after all.
“That your present for little Emily?” He asked. “You wrapped it real nice.”
He got closer by the second.
“No,” Trixie snorted. “I just like carrying around a gift wrapped box for the hell of it.
You know, for shits and giggles.”
She was being a snot but she couldn’t help herself.
Trixie kept her gaze pinned to the mammoth mahogany door at the end of the hallway
and tried not to notice that he’d sidled up next to her, his stride matching hers.
Dakota Shelton, the newest sentry for the Presidium, the vampire government, was not an
easy man to ignore.
His six foot two inch broad shouldered frame towered over her easily but there was
something else about him that set her on edge. It was the way he carried himself. He moved
effortlessly and casually, as if he was just the good-old boy from Texas he claimed to be.
But Trixie knew better.
certainly wasn’t since becoming a vampire.
Olivia and Doug might have been two of the world’s most powerful vampires, but they
had also become the first vampire parents in recorded history. Today was their daughter Emily’s
second birthday and they were throwing her a big old party, complete with birthday cake and
balloons.
Trixie had gone back and forth all day long about whether or not to attend.
Being around little Emily was bittersweet on a regular day and the birthday celebration
would only heighten Trixie’s struggle. But choosing not to go would have been selfish. Trixie’s
personal drama wasn’t Emily’s fault, and she didn’t want to disappoint the adorable little
redheaded cherub. Not only that, Emily was Olivia’s daughter and since Olivia was Trixie’s
maker, that made her family.
Not showing up would have been rotten.
Olivia would have understood if Trixie bailed out; she knew her better than anyone else.
But Olivia’s Bloodmate, Doug, wouldn’t understand her absence from such a celebrated event.
Neither would the other members of the coven.
Nope. Trixie decided to do what she always did. She’d put on a smile, make a wise-ass
comment or two, and act like nothing and nobody bothered her.
A familiar voice pulled her from her thoughts as she strode down the stone hallways of
the Presidium’s underground facility, buried deep beneath Fort Tryon Park and The Cloisters in
New York City,
“Well, smack my ass and call me Sally.”
The deep southern drawl echoed around her, stopping Trixie dead in her tracks. A shiver
of lust whispered beneath her skin as it usually did whenever he was nearby, but she swiftly
shoved it aside.
“Okay, Sally.” Trixie rolled her shoulder and fought the buzz of attraction. “But you can smack
your own ass.”
“What’s the matter, darlin’?” The rumbling baritone of his voice soaked with that
southern twang, drifted over her shoulder but she didn’t spare him a glance. Trixie continued
toward Olivia and Doug’s apartment door, forcing herself to put one foot in front of the other.
“Don’t I even get a hello?”
“Hello, Dakota,” she said, with a roll of her eyes.
Coming to this little gathering for Emily was difficult enough and his arrival only
ratcheted her anxiety up a notch. Damn it. Why wasn’t he out on patrol? Over the past few
months, the cocky and admittedly gorgeous sentry, had become more and more present in her
little corner of the universe.
Trixie fiddled with the box in her hands, the one she’d wrapped carefully with the pink
and white skull and crossbones paper. She didn’t even bother to put a card with it. Everyone
would know who’d brought it. She was the only coven member with bright pink hair and a
penchant for skulls and crossbones, after all.
“That your present for little Emily?” He asked. “You wrapped it real nice.”
He got closer by the second.
“No,” Trixie snorted. “I just like carrying around a gift wrapped box for the hell of it.
You know, for shits and giggles.”
She was being a snot but she couldn’t help herself.
Trixie kept her gaze pinned to the mammoth mahogany door at the end of the hallway
and tried not to notice that he’d sidled up next to her, his stride matching hers.
Dakota Shelton, the newest sentry for the Presidium, the vampire government, was not an
easy man to ignore.
His six foot two inch broad shouldered frame towered over her easily but there was
something else about him that set her on edge. It was the way he carried himself. He moved
effortlessly and casually, as if he was just the good-old boy from Texas he claimed to be.
But Trixie knew better.
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Sara Humphreys is the award-winning author
of the Amoveo Legend series. The third book in the series,
Untamed, won two PRISM awards: Dark Paranormal and
Best of the Best. The first two novels from her Dead in the
City series have been nominated for the National Readers
Choice Award. Sara was also a professional actress.
Some of her television credits include A&E Biography,
Guiding Light, Another World, As the World Turns and
Rescue Me. She loves writing hot heroes and heroines with
moxie, but above all, Sara adores a satisfying
happily-ever-after. She lives in New York with Mr. H.,
their four amazing sons, and two adorable pups. When
she's not writing or hanging out with the men in her life,
she can be found working out with Shaun T in her living
room or chatting with readers on Facebook. For a full list
of Sara's books and reading order, please visit
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