Just One Sip (Anthology)

215 Pages·2007·0.79 MB·English

by  MacAlister Katie

Just One Sip
By
Katie MacAlister, Jennifer Ashley, Minda Weber
Contents

"Viva Las Vampires" by Jennifer Ashley
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
"Bring Out Your Dead" by Katie MacAlister
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Epilogue
"Lucy and the Crypt Casanova" by Minda Webber
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
LOVE SPELLae
October 2006
Published by
Dorchester Publishing Co., Inc.
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New York, NY 10016
Just One Sip copyright a 2006 by Dorchester Publishing Co., Inc.
The publisher acknowledges the copyright holders of the individual works as follows:
Copyright a "Viva Las Vampires" 2006 by Jennifer Ashley
Copyright a "Bring Out Your Dead" 2006 by Marthe Arends
Copyright a "Lucy and the Crypt Casanova" 2006 by Minda Webber
ISBN 0-505-52659-X
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Just One Sip
Viva Las Vampires
by

Jennifer Ashley
Chapter One

"Her."
"Her what?" Water sloshed as Mario, all six feet six of him, stepped out of the sunken hot tub
behind the sofa where Stefan stared at the flat-screen television on the wall.
Stefan half watched his friend's reflection in the monitor as Mario reached for a pristine Egyptian-
cotton towel before collecting his half-consumed glass of wine and sauntering to Stefan's leather
sofa. Stefan knew without looking that little pools of water marked Mario's footsteps across the
marble and onto the cashmere carpet.
"I said, her what?" Mario parked himself on the end of the leather sofa and put his feet on the
coffee table. Stefan's feet were already there in leather boots that disappeared beneath his jeans.
Mario plopped his wineglass on the coffee table, slopping over a crimson drop.
Mario always drank red wine. He'd been Italian for six hundred years, he said, and couldn't break
the habit. Whether he meant drinking red wine or being Italian, Stefan never knew.
Stefan gestured with his remote. "Her."
Her was a late-twenty-something, tall woman with red hair scraped back in a sloppy ponytail and
wide green eyes taking in every bit of Transylvania Castle's lobby. She wore a light cotton dress
good for the baking temperatures of Las Vegas in July. Her limbs were bare, her feet in sandals.
She carried a duffel bag over her shoulder as she walked through the casino, heading for the
check-in desk.
Mario grinned in appreciation. "So you do have taste."
Stefan took a swallow of vodka, the liquid tracing a fiery trail to his stomach, and didn't answer.
The monitor showed feed that came through the security cameras trained on the lobby and casino
forty-seven floors beneath them, piped to Stefan's penthouse at his request. He could assess his
guests, watch for people who shouldn't be there, and generally make sure everyone staying at his
hotel was having a good time.
This particular guest interested him very much. As she moved past the Coffin Bar and out of the
frame, Stefan picked up the phone on the coffee table and spoke to his security team. "Give me