Fanged & Fabulous
Chapter One
Jogging is great exercise. Running for your life-even better.
At least that's what I tried to tell myself.
It was the new jogging suit that did it. I felt all J. Lo in my
fuchsia velour (admittedly a little outdated, but happily purchased
for half price) out for a quick, late-afternoon jog. Feeling good in
the cold but fresh February air with my newest pair of very dark
sunglasses firmly in place.
I guess I shouldn't have smiled at the cute young guy by the hot dog
cart outside of my apartment building. Firstly, because, hello? I'm
taken, thank you very much.
Secondly, because of the whole "fang" situation.
Fangs never seem to go over very well with vampire hunters.
Next thing I know, instead of getting a modest workout-surprisingly
enough, a diet of diluted blood is not calorie-free-I was
hightailing it through a nearly deserted park with a hunter on my
Reebok-clad heels.
I shot a look over my shoulder. "Leave me alone!"
"Stop running, vampire!" he hollered.
I eyed the wooden stake he had in his right hand, and then ... read full excerpt from Fanged & Fabulous ebook
