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Chapter 6: Breaking the News
“Dad, we’re getting married.”
Doctor Robert Catalano looked up from his desk. The latest in hospital paperwork had been keeping him up late. He slid his wire-framed glasses up his nose and scanned over his blond son and his redheaded girlfriend.
Robert blinked. His son Marco was 5’9” and in disturbingly good physical condition. He had never been out of shape, except for a few months after high school when his life had taken a turn for the worst. But ever since he had been cured of being a werewolf, Marco’s physique had been set to “Olympic gold medalist” and stayed there without any effort of his own.
And, of course, Amanda Colt was strikingly beautiful. That she was a vampire did nothing to subtract from that. In Robert’s opinion, she was almost as beautiful as his own wife.
But what caught Robert’s eye on this occasion was the skull in Marco’s hand. He gripped the skull by its left antler. The skull looked like a mix between a deer with human features, and sharp, obviously carnivorous teeth.
Robert pointed with his fountain pen. “What is that?”
Marco blinked his dark blue eyes, then looked down at the thing in his hand. He merely smiled his omnipresent Scaramouche smile (because he truly knew the world was mad) and hefted the skull. “Merely a souvenir. A wendigo attacked the hospital. I figure this will make a great decoration for the fence. It’ll serve as a warning to anyone else who wants to play games.” He lowered the skull. “But you did hear me, right?”
Robert blinked and replayed the conversation. He nodded. “Yes, you’re getting married. Tell me something I don’t already know.”