My sister Camille is a wicked good witch. And as for me? Hungry ghosts are tearing up the town and people are running scared. I strike a deal with Ivana Krask--one of the Elder Fae--and too late, discover strings are attached.

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My sister Camille is a wicked good witch. And as for me? Hungry ghosts are tearing up the town and people are running scared. I strike a deal with Ivana Krask--one of the Elder Fae--and too late, discover strings are attached.

But when I turn to Roman, one of the oldest, most powerful vampires around, for help, he offers me more than I ever bargained for. When I caught him trying to put the fang on a couple of my regulars, I lost it and kicked him out. Nobody messed with my regulars, especially in my bar. The Wayfarer was busy like every other place during the holiday season and we needed every hand on board. Now, nearing the end of the first week of December, the main focus of Winter Solstice was still ahead of us-and Christmas for my clients who celebrated it-and the parties were already getting more frantic and raucous every night as people crowded in, exhausted from shopping and coping with holiday chaos.

I laughed, then shrugged. All I could think about was how much I wanted her. As I reached for her breast, my fingers sliding over the rounded curves of her body, a knock on the door interrupted us. A werepuma, Nerissa was a warped Aphrodite, but she was also extremely diplomatic about knowing when I needed to present a professional appearance.

She sat primly in the chair, her skirt-suit and tawny chignon making her look like a librarian waiting to bust out and go wild. The Wayfarer attracted far too many potential problems for me to take a chance on any more full blooded humans.

Pieder, the giant, did a good job, but he worked days, and I was hiring for the night shift. I probably should hire a second bouncer while I was at it, but since I worked a majority of evenings in the bar, I usually covered the void.

She nodded. He has an odd feel. Chrysandra was, I had discovered, fairly psychic for an FBH-full blooded human-and she picked up on things easily. You sure you want to talk to him alone, girl? Never, ever forget it. I loved her dearly, and because of that, I never wanted her to forget I was a dangerous predator. It was my nature and I accepted it and at times-reveled in it. I wanted to slip my hands under the hem, to run them up her golden thighs.

I put my feet on the floor and straightened the papers on my desk. Inventory time was heading full throttle toward us; we were coming up on the end of the year and I needed to do a full accounting of everything in the bar. I also was preparing to open the Wayfarer to overnight travelers. But opening to overnight guests meant hiring a maid.

Since the Wayfarer technically belonged to an OW resident-me-it was considered sovereign territory. I could discriminate for whatever reason I wanted. Especially not when my sisters and I were waging a demonic war. The door opened and a man cleared the archway. As I glanced at him, looking him up and down, I found myself suitably impressed. I had no doubt the man could chuck people out of the bar. Brawn, he had. That much was clear. He only stood five-eight, but his biceps were works of art, and his thighs looked strong enough to crack a skull.

His hair, jet black with a white streak, was held back in a thick pony tail, hitting about mid-shoulder. He looked to be around his mid-thirties, but if he was Supe, who knew how old he really was?

And that was the second thing: Supe, he was. This dude had some seriously powerful energy rolling off of him. Even I, about as headblind as you could get for someone half-Fae, could feel it. And you are? Compared to my five-one, he seemed tall. But I could take him out without blinking an eye.

One of the perks of being a vampire: exceptional strength that belied any lack of visible force. Motioning him to a chair, I hopped up to sit on the corner of my desk. Derrick Means. I blinked. Nobody had ever said that to my face, but what the hell.

What about you? Said you hired a werewolf before. But I understood why he might be wary. And Katrina was a friend. She was a werewolf who had started to fall for my former bartender before he ended up having to leave Earthside for Otherworld to protect his sister. I frowned. And are you part of a clan or a loner? To my surprise it was a resume.

A detailed resume. Usually people just came in and asked for a job. Or at best, an application. Everything seemed in order. No immediate alarm bells going off in my gut. You need a bartender. If you want to call some of my references, the numbers are there. They were solid taverns with good clientele. I let out a long breath and glanced up at him. Nobody had anything bad to say about him, and several of the bars praised him, though I could feel a definite tension there.

Making my decision, I headed out front. Derrick was nursing a Diet Coke. I slid into the seat across from him. Do drugs? We have a temper, I am the first to admit it.

I know my limits. So if you can start this week, preferably tonight, so much the better. Your shift will be four PM until two AM, but you may need to come in to help with inventory at times during the day. So far so good? I can pay you fifteen dollars an hour to start.

What do you think? Want the job or not? As I was showing Derrick around the bar, watching how he handled the bottles and-suitably impressed-at how he handled customers, the door opened and Chase Johnson swaggered in. He was also one damned fine detective. Oh yah. One other little tidbit: Chase also was as good as immortal, at least in human terms. He glanced at Derrick and nodded, giving me a quizzical look.

Close to being family. Treat him right. Derrick, give us a few minutes alone. Chase has something to talk to me about.

What is it, Johnson? You have the time to take a little ride with me to headquarters? Vampire business. I think. Vampire business was so not what I wanted to hear because when Chase came calling about vampires, it usually meant somebody was dead.

Usually murdered. I had to rely on what Sassy Branson told me, but she was growing more erratic every day. Help him learn the ropes. Chase needs me.


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Ghost of a Chance. Chase continues trying to figure himself out after drinking the Nectar of Life. Please enter the message. I think the dynamic between the three girls is the best thing about this series, and really makes them amazing books. Please verify that you are not a robot. In fact, all of the girls have made a lot of character progression, but I think Menolly may have grown the most.


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