I'm so happy to be able to share my light paranormal holiday read. At only 32 pages and no blood spilling involved, VK is a unique heartwarming story and I'm proud to have meshed a vampire with Christmas. Hope you find some time in you crazy December rush to sit back and enjoy this quick read!
By Donna Michaels
32 pages $1.50
Buy at The Wild Rose Press
When vampire Jeremy Kristmas is awakened from his two century nap to trade places with his irresponsible twin—two weeks before Christmas, he discovers he has a fiancé who resembles his dead lover.
Pretending to love a cheating vampire is not on Lynette Stevens’ holiday to-do list, however, coming to her promiscuous cousin’s rescue, again is. But when she arrives at Kristmas Manor, Jeremy is different, more mature, handsome…crazy—insisting she’s his lost love.
Unable to deny the attraction, Lynette gives into her desire. But what if her cousin is Jeremy’s lost love? If so, who will he choose? His past love or new love? Join them to find out who has a Vampire Kristmas.
“We’ve missed you, Jeremy. It’s been so long, too long; decades. I hope you’re done trying to hide from the world.” His mother drew back to caress his bearded chin, then tugged his long black hair. “Fitz is standing by to groom you to fit into this century. I hope you don’t mind?”
“Of course not. That’ll be fine.” He forced a smile. The family barber could shave him completely bald for all he cared. He carried no desire to attract a mate. The loss of his last one still cut deep.
Cordelia. With her waist-length, wavy brown hair and blue eyes…
“Good to have you back, Son.” His father shook his hand, then pulled him into a back-slapping embrace.
“Thanks, Dad. Maybe you can tell me why it was so important I switch places with Jared? What was so urgent?”
His father stiffened, then slowly stepped back. Alarm squeezed Jeremy’s spine. He wasn’t going to like the answer. What had his brother done this time? Surely, it won’t involve jail, again. Lord knows he’d done enough time for his twin.
“Your brother has gotten himself into a bit of a…dilemma, and we all agreed the best course of action right now was for you two to switch places.” His dad walked over to the corner bar and poured a scotch. “Why don’t you get cleaned up and we’ll discuss this at further lengths over dinner.”
Longing to demand an answer, Jeremy noted his father’s closed expression and swallowed his protest. “Fine. I’ll be back soon.” Three strides carried him across the Sixteenth Century Persian rug, past Elizabethan chairs, settee and table—all purchased brand new centuries ago—and into a familiar hallway.
Glancing at the heavy framed portraits lining the wall, Jeremy momentarily forgot his injustice and gazed at Kristmas’s past. Some he recalled, others… His steps halted.
“How?” He blinked and resisted the impulse to rub his eyes.
“How is this possible?” Hardly daring to breath, he ran a finger down one of the smooth, shiny and eerily lifelike portraits of his family. “What kind of technology could produce such a marvel?” He leaned closer. “Incredible. Truly incredible.” Rubbing his beard, he made a mental note to ask his father.
Snippets of excitement perked his curiosity. What other breakthroughs awaited his discovery? Still scratching his beard, he glanced out the window.
Air burst into his lungs at a painful speed, while his legs grew increasingly numb. It can’t be. His fingers curled around the aged casing for support.
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