Newly Undead In Dark River (Dark River Days, #1)

by Grace McGinty

“Oh. My. Freaking. God. This tastes like unicorns vomited rainbows and carebears onto my tongue, and everyone is having a party. This is the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.”

I wanted him, wanted him like a cheeseburger at one a.m. after a big night of tequila shots.

“Two, the Sheriff over there will notice that you are eye-fuckin' me with enough heat to cook a hashbrown, and one or both of us will end up in the lockup tonight for indecency, or whatever else he can cook up to make sure I don't climb on top of all those sweet curves and play with your body like it’s a wonderland.”

As if to reiterate her point, Doc Alice handed me a bag of blood. The woman was like a walking blood bank. She gave them out like suckers at the end of a doctor's appointment.

He still wasn't wearing a shirt, and my eyes involuntarily followed the V of his obliques to where there was a very impressive D if you catch my drift.

My fangs punched out, and I groaned with embarrassment. I was like a teenage boy, every lustful thought and out they popped.

You couldn’t pay me enough to stick my fingers into the mouth of a vampire, though. It was like flossing the teeth of a shark.

I was going to have to ice my hoo-hoo before I went to work, or I’d be walking like a penguin that had just had an enema for the rest of the day.