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Excerpt From Mistress of the Undead:
The information Hayden needed wasnât anywhere on the coffee table in front of him. It wasnât scribbled on one of the loose papers crammed in his backpack sitting on the floor of his borrowed apartment. Nor was it in either of those articles heâd written for The Boston Weekly. It sure as hell wasnât hiding somewhere in the back of his mind. His head was filled with humiliation, dread, and fear. That was all.
Days ago, his only worries had been fucking his girlfriend and finding better ways to pay his student loans. Getting a respectable job, heâd wanted that then, wanted it even more now.
Once Matthew had put that burlap-wrapped bundle into his arms, heâd had no choice other than to return to his apartment. There he sat, reading and rereading. Once a person turned into the tribe, was there a way out? What was he missing? All Hayden had to do was deliver. That and find a way to get rid of the thing lurking in the shadows of his life, appearing when it suited her to use him for sex and to manipulate him into getting the information she was after.
How could he have ever imagined that his life would be taken over by one of the undead, a mini-skirt wearing thing that looked like it a sixteen-year-old kidâs video game fantasy. Torn fishnets, heavy black boots, tits popping out between the makeshift sweater made of bands of red woolâŚ
But Mattie was no fantasy. Sheâd torment then tear apart the sturdiest of grown men.
Hayden ought to know. Thatâs what sheâd done to him.
Shredded him. Pulled him into tatters then laughed in his face.
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