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Sucker Bet [Vegas Vampires Series Book 4] [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader]
eBook by Erin McCarthy
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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description:   The national bestselling author of Bled Dry returns to vampire-filled Las Vegas! A night of indulgence can feel like an eternity. Gwenna Carrick has a history--900 years of it. As the vampiress ex-wife of the notorious vampire Roberto Donatelli, she must keep a low profile. Not easy when you're bathed in the neon glow of Las Vegas--especially when there's a whole online group of vampire slayers bent on dealing you your last hand. A wild night with a stranger was not in the cards for Gwenna. But that's what happened when she met the ruggedly handsome detective Nate Thomas. Their passion made her feel alive again. But when Donatelli catches wind of the tryst, he's determined to clean house, with Nate the first on his to-off list. Gwenna knows she hit the jackpot with Nate and won't let anyone stand in the way. But both soon realize they have far more enemies than Donatelli--both on the strip and underground.
eBook Publisher: Penguin Group/Berkley
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2008
This eBook is part of the following series:
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Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT [242 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT [289 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE EREADER (RECOMMENDED) FORMAT [196 KB]
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Microsoft Reader ISBN: 9781429577427
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GEOGRAPHIC RESTRICTIONS: Available to customers in: US, CA, GB, AU, NZ What's this?
 
One To: Slash87@gomail.com
From: QueenieG@aol.com
Subject: Private—off vamp slayers' list Hey Slash, About what Vixen said…if the slayers' loop has plans to meet up somewhere, I'm going to be there. I want to get stake training from those more experienced than me, and I absolutely haveto meet you. Is everyone meeting in Vegas? I live in Vegas, so that would be brilliant. Smooches,
Queenie Gwenna Carrick hit the send button and tried not to laugh. Smooches? Egads. She was appallingly bad at being both forceful and flirty, especially in an electronic format. Slash probably had no idea she was attempting to hit on him, which she knew she should regret, but didn't. If she could gain his confidence without the bloody mincing, she was all for it, because her experience with men was limited to her brother and her ex-husband. Which was even more dysfunctional than it sounded, given they were both egotistical millennium-old vampires and controlling to boot. It might also explain why she absolutely loved her fake online persona of QueenieG, who said what she wanted straight out and had a tendency to get a bit bossy when she thought she was being ignored. There was something absolutely liberating about being anonymous on the vampire slayers' loop, without any of her very long life's baggage weighing her down. Gwenna liked the power, the giddy feeling she got when she just dashed off an e-mail to the loop. And it was amusing to be, in fact, a vampire, right smack in the midst of zealous anti-undead slayers. It wasn't often she got to be the sly, clever one, and she was enjoying it. So much so that it was getting addictive. Her brand-new mobile phone rang on the desk next to her. "Yes?" she said, seeing on caller ID—brilliant invention—that it was Ethan, current president of the Vampire Nation. And her overprotective yet endearing brother. "Hey, Gwen. Brittany had her baby tonight. Healthy girl, everyone is doing fine." Gwenna smiled, relieved and ecstatic to hear that Ethan's sister-in-law had delivered successfully. She and Brittany Atelier had got close in the last few months as they had found a common thread in being the only two Impure women ever to conceive a child with a vampire. "Is she up for visitors? I'd love to pop by." "I think she'd be disappointed if you didn't pay a visit." "I'll be right over." Gwenna said good-bye to her brother and turned back to her screen to shut her computer off. One hundred and seventeen new messages on the vampire slayers' loop in the last twenty-four hours, many of them written in what she was starting to suspect was a secret code. Hints at a meeting. Implications of a planned attack on vampires. Something was definitely in the works, and she wanted to know what it was and when it was going to happen. Before she headed to the hospital, she dashed off another e-mail to the moderator requesting a reminder to the loop to trim posts. That always sent a flurry of responses to the list, distracting from the current topics, and muddying the waters. Then she tried to e-mail FoxyKyle, who, despite her ridiculous name, was the undisputed class president of the slayers' loop, with Slash87 being something comparable to VP. FoxyKyle's e-mail was set to private. But Slash had sent her an Instant Message. Queenie,
I'm in Vegas right now, too…wanna get together? S Slash was in Vegas? What did that mean? The question she'd never been able to answer was if the majority of the slayers' loop were just playing out a fantasy, or if they were all true slayers. Her instinct told her only a handful were slayers in the truest sense, those who had actually killed a vampire, or were planning to, and she was sure Slash and FoxyKyle fell into that category. She clicked Reply. Absolutely. Time and place? His response came immediately. Tonight. How about ten o'clock, at the Harrah's monorail station. Meet by the ticket machines. Gwenna hadn't been born yesterday—not by a long shot. There was something odd about a request to meet at a rail stop, but she had to take into consideration Slash was a slayer, or at least aspired to be one. He probably enjoyed the subterfuge and intrigue. Meeting in Starbucks just wouldn't have the same ring to it. Copyright © 2008 by Erin McCarthy.
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