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Love, laughter, and a wedding from Hell.
Six months into carrying her and Christoph’s baby, Sabrina is finally about to tie the knot with the sexiest vampire in all New Orleans. That is, if her wedding planner doesn’t give her a coronary first.
With an appetite that rivals a blue whale, and the libido of a nympho, it’s no wonder she is tired all the time. However, when her little dragon goes missing, she will set ten alarms to wake her dead backside up at midnight to rendezvous with a kidnapper. Just don’t tell the groom!
If dealing with life as a pregnant vampire isn’t stressful enough, Satan has turned her beloved B&B, Fangri-La, into a fright fest. Hells Bells! If she survives this wedding, the devil just might find his pitchfork where the sun doesn’t shine.
CHAPTER 1
“My Hell ride!” Sabrina should be elated the car which had gotten her around town for so many years was finally going to meet its maker, but it had become like a member of the family. Family that often made you cringe when you saw them coming, but you loved them nonetheless. The faded red beast, that was held together with duct tape and a prayer, was currently being hauled away on the flatbed of a wrecker. She felt she owed the car a more dignified end to its life.
Christoph moved in behind her on their bedroom balcony and slipped his arms around her protruding belly. “I will not have my mate and the mother of my child driving that death trap. I gave you more time than you should have been allowed to get rid of that beast.”
She took in a long, slow breath of crisp October air as she moved her hands from the cold wrought-iron railing to touch her mate’s warm arms. Sabrina knew he was right, but it didn’t make her feel any better.
“It wasn’t my fault I spent the last few months either in bed sleeping, or retching my guts into the toilet.” Pregnancy had not been kind to her, even though she was a vampire. Having been turned after a late-night deadly encounter with a mugger, should have left her with all kinds of cool abilities. Problem was, her sire was Spike. Also known as her daughter’s fangy boy toy. Apparently, being new himself, he had done a half-ass job of turning her and what should have been a new life full of blood-sucking nights, astounding stamina, as well as all the other benefits that came with being one of New Orleans’ supernaturals, she was instead left one hot-ass mess.
Her hot flashes rivaled any fire Satan could conjure and her mood swings often made her dizzy as they changed so swiftly. There was no need for her to venture out to a theme park. She had her own built-in roller coaster ride called menopause. That bitch had been in full swing when she had been changed and apparently refused to leave. Add pregnancy to the mix, and you had a concoction the likes the supernatural world had never seen.
“You know, I wish I could undo what Spike did, but we have to wait for the baby to be born.” He leaned around and kissed her cheek.
“You are the one blessing in this entire mess.” The sisters, Fate, Chance, and Destiny, had touched her and Christoph, the king of the New Orleans vampire coven, and they were now what vampires considered destined mates. They loved each other and Christoph had the means to fix her screwed-up conversion into a vampire, but not until the baby was born. It seemed she needed to retain some of her human side to bear this child. While she was grateful for her new life, there were times she wanted to throttle the three goddesses.
“So, what is on your agenda today?”
She turned in his embrace and looked into his beautiful gray eyes. “You mean after I eat my weight in bacon?”
Creases formed around his stormy gaze as he laughed. God, how she adored this vampire and contemplated shoving him back into their bedroom so she could strip him naked yet a second time this morning to have her horny way. Being a vampire upped her sex drive tenfold. Being pregnant upped it a hundred. She was on the verge of becoming a nymphomaniac.
“I see mischief in your heated gaze and would be more than happy to fuck you senseless again, but I have work to do.”
She let out a pouty sigh. “Always the voice of reason. I should go check on Fangri-La anyway and make sure Satan and his minions haven’t burned
the place to the ground.” The B&B was an old plantation on the outskirts of town that Christoph had acquired some time ago. When they had met, he had asked her to turn it into a thriving business. While she had spruced the place up with some fresh paint and other interior help, the staff was still a work in progress.
“I’m sure the house still stands.”
“Then why did you just cringe?”
He looked offended and even shifted his weight. “I don’t cringe. I am the vampire king of New Orleans who has lived for over five hundred years and seen things that would twist your panties. Not once did I cringe.”
“My panties twist just looking at you. That is… when I’m wearing them.” She waggled her brows, and his gaze widened.
“Do not tempt me, female.”
“Fine.” She waddled like a duck with a lame foot back into the bedroom. “I also have an appointment to try on dresses later this morning, anyway.” She looked down at the round protrusion that kept her from seeing her feet. “I’m beginning to wish we had simply eloped.” Instead, they had allowed Satan to talk them into a big shindig that was to occur on Halloween and to top this mountain of shit with a fucking cherry. The king of dark, nasty things was throwing this party himself. He called it his gift to the new couple. Sabrina called it her worst nightmare.
“You are the one who agreed to allow Satan full authority over our wedding.”
She looked at her stunningly handsome mate and fought the urge to throw the closest object at his head. “You said we had no choice in the matter.” She gripped her belly as the baby played imaginary soccer inside her uterus. This child was way more active than Ruby had been, but then again, that had been nearly twenty-nine years ago so what did she really remember? Thank goodness she was now a vampire, otherwise there was no way her fifty-four-year-old ass would survive this. As it was, she had spent months sicker than any human or vampire should ever be. It seemed carrying a vampire baby was not even in the same universe as carrying a human. Everything was amplified a million times. No wonder there were few vampires born. Every time she thought of doing this again, her eggs shriveled and turned to dust out of sheer terror.
“You could have argued a little more.”
“I swear I am going to throttle that twinkle right out of your eyes. And stop laughing!” She burst into a fit of giggles. Christoph always made her laugh. That is when he wasn’t making her horny.
He approached and slipped his arm around her thick waist. “Let me escort you to the dining room.” Opening the door to their apartment on the top floor of the compound, the scent of bacon reached her and made her stomach cry out in distress.
“I am starving!”
Her mate laughed and walked her to the elevator. “Well, we better hurry before they run out.”
She looked at him, certain horror was etched in the lines around her eyes and mouth. “Don’t even joke like that.”
***
Her stomach now happy as well as the baby who had finally stopped doing flips, Sabrina climbed into the monstrosity that was now her mode of transport. Christoph had insisted on her driving a Lexus LX, in black, of course. While the vehicle was luxury personified, she missed her Hell ride. The seats in this thing threatened to put her to sleep.
“Are you heading to Fangri-La this morning?”
She closed the door and lowered the window so she could talk to Jonas, who was Christoph’s right-hand man and now apparently, hers as well.
“I am. And what are your plans for today? Banging my bestie?” She waggled her brows. Her friend Laura had confided she’d gone to a club where apparently you could suck and fuck, ...
