Book Release - These Vampires Still Don't Sparkle
This is my first published short story.The Devil in a Red Dress.
It is part of the anthology These Vampires Still Don't Sparkle by Sky Warrior Book Publishing.
I would like to express thanks to Carol Hightshoe who put the Anthology together and edited it and my my beta readers Mallory, Heather and Elizabeth.
Here is the cover Reveal, Cover by M. H. Bonham
Here is the link to Amazon
It is part of the anthology These Vampires Still Don't Sparkle by Sky Warrior Book Publishing.
I would like to express thanks to Carol Hightshoe who put the Anthology together and edited it and my my beta readers Mallory, Heather and Elizabeth.
Here is the cover Reveal, Cover by M. H. Bonham
Here is the link to Amazon
Table
of Contents
Her Romanian Stories—John Grey
Among the Herd—Rebecca McFarland Kyle
Hannelore and the Count—Amanda Howard
The Devil in a Red Dress—Grant Eagar
Miss Transylvania—Jean Martin
Sheep Interrupted—J.A. Campbell
The Cup of Life—Carol Hightshoe
The Thing Named Zoy—Paul Du Jat
Better When You Sparkle—Angela Magee
Midnight—Russell Scott O’Neal
My Dark Genesis—Alex C Telander
A Vampire Amongst Us—RG Halstead
Not As It Seems—Lee Pletzers
All Creatures Like to Drink—T Fox Dunham
Throwing the Dice—Stephanie Ellis
Red Georgia Clay—Ariel Jay
Vendetta—Scott Harper
The Vampire and the Mermaid—Denarose
Fukushima
Different Now—DJ Tyrer
Adaptive Strategies—William RD Wood
Happy Undead Day—Jeff Provine
The Judas Goat—Edward Ahern
The Clearing—Matthew Wilson
One Day in the Sun—Eric J Hildeman
Here is an excerpt from my story:
The Devil in a
Red Dress
Concentrating on the fish he asked, “Entertainment?” He turned and looked at her open red silk
dress and gave an appreciative smile, then picked up some leaves and returned
to the fish. “Obviously you’re new at
this. Listen miss, if you’re not going to buy any fish then move along. I need
to close up my stand.”
She narrowed her eyes and said, “I just need a little of your
blood, a mouthful or two. I’ll buy a bushel of fish if that would help.”
He dropped the leaves and stared at her. His face went pale
and he started to shake. “Bloody hell, stay away from me demon!” He turned and
ran off without closing up the booth.
Sheila mumbled at the retreating man, “You don’t have to
leave in such a state: I just wanted a little of your blood, is that too much
to ask?” She watched him run down the
lane and frowned. How am I going to get a bite if everyone runs off like I have the
plague? She sighed and straightened the black shawl that she wore. Looking
down at the fish in disarray, she asked, “What am I the cleaning maid?” She picked up a bloody cod fish and bit into
the raw flesh and sucked then spat it out. This isn't the same thing, why don’t they have a stand with plump Englishmen to
drink from. It just isn't right.
The fog shrouded her as she watched the villagers from the
shadows. They were closing up their stands for the day. She ran her tongue over her newly developed
fangs and let out a sigh. There is blood
everywhere and nary a drop to drink. She looked intently at the villagers. Who will be my first?
The girl approached a fish monger who was covering his fish
with wet leaves. He was stout with ruddy cheeks and large beefy hands. The
corners of her mouth turned up, he’ll do
nicely. She reached out her hand and ran it down his back and offered a warm
smile. “Good evening sir, could I interest you in a bit of sport? You've worked
hard today; you deserve a little . . . entertainment.”
Concentrating on the fish he asked, “Entertainment?” He turned and looked at her open red silk
dress and gave an appreciative smile, then picked up some leaves and returned
to the fish. “Obviously you’re new at
this. Listen miss, if you’re not going to buy any fish then move along. I need
to close up my stand.”
She narrowed her eyes and said, “I just need a little of your
blood, a mouthful or two. I’ll buy a bushel of fish if that would help.”
He dropped the leaves and stared at her. His face went pale
and he started to shake. “Bloody hell, stay away from me demon!” He turned and
ran off without closing up the booth.
Sheila mumbled at the retreating man, “You don’t have to
leave in such a state: I just wanted a little of your blood, is that too much
to ask?” She watched him run down the
lane and frowned. How am I going to get a bite if everyone runs off like I have the
plague? She sighed and straightened the black shawl that she wore. Looking
down at the fish in disarray, she asked, “What am I the cleaning maid?” She picked up a bloody cod fish and bit into
the raw flesh and sucked then spat it out. This isn't the same thing, why don’t they have a stand with plump Englishmen to
drink from. It just isn't right.
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