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Even Vampires Get The Blues

"i." A woman stood in the doorway, American if her breathy voice was anything to go by. "Are you Payann, by any chance?" Paen looked up from a tattered manuscript, wincing slightly at the mispronunciation of his name. The woman had to be from the southern US. No one else drawled his name into two syllables. "I'm Paen, yes. Can I help?" "Hi," the woman said again, slipping in through the barely opened door, a big Cheshire cat smile on her face. "I'm Clarice Miller." Paen was on his guard the second the smile hit her lips. Whose was she?. | Even Vampires Get The Blues Katie MacAlister Even Vampires Get The Blues Author Katie MacAlister Category Horror Website http motsach.info Date 20-October-2012 Page 1 200 http motsach.info Even Vampires Get The Blues Katie MacAlister Prologue i. A woman stood in the doorway American if her breathy voice was anything to go by. Are you Payann by any chance Paen looked up from a tattered manuscript wincing slightly at the mispronunciation of his name. The woman had to be from the southern US. No one else drawled his name into two syllables. I m Paen yes. Can I help Hi the woman said again slipping in through the barely opened door a big Cheshire cat smile on her face. I m Clarice Miller. Paen was on his guard the second the smile hit her lips. Whose was she he idly wondered as she smoothed down her sexy nearly see-through gauzy dress before starting across the room in what he assumed was meant to be a seductive slink. Daniel s No Danny preferred redheads and this woman had a mane of golden brown curls that spilled over her shoulders. Finn s Clarice turned her smile up a notch as she stopped before the chair opposite him. She might possibly be Finn s but his middle brother tended to prefer earthier women Pagans and Wiccans. Clarice looked fresh out of an expensive salon or day spa. Which meant she had to belong to - Avery said you re the laird of Castle Death She tilted her head slightly so she was peering up at him through her lashes in a pose he mentally dubbed the Princess Di look. It was charming on the late princess. less so on the American in front of him. Regardless of the irritating interruption he kept his voice pleasant. I m the acting laird of the castle - which is named de Ath incidentally not Death - but my father is the true owner. He and my mother have moved to Bolivia however so if you have a question about the estate I will do my best to answer it. The scarlet-tipped fingers of her left hand trailed along the edge of his rosewood desk as she sidled .