So this is freaky.
I may be asleep, but that doesn’t mean I’m getting any rest. In my dreams, I chase vampires through a darkened forest while frogs croak out the song, Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting.
Like I said, weird.
Ignoring all the strangeness, I focus on catching some vampires. Yet no matter how hard I try, I never get close enough to take one down.
Talk about frustrating.
A new voice echoes through the night. “Mack.”
Unlike the amphibian singers, this speaker sounds pretty real. Wouldn’t be the first time someone had to wake me up before dawn.
Little by little, I force my eyes to open. I’m so out of it, I half expect vampires to leap through the stone walls of my medieval-style bedroom. Instead I find my best friend, Ndidi, standing beside my cot. Moonlight accents his brown eyes, strong cheekbones and ebony skin. He has a scowl on his face and a toilet brush gripped tightly in his fist.
Wait, a toilet WHAT?
Blinking hard, I try focusing my bleary mind. Once my head feels clear, I shoot another glance in Ndidi’s direction.
That’s a toilet brush, all right.
“Are you awake, my Liege?” he asks.
Ndidi and I have been buddies since we were six years old. He hates waking me up, which is why he’s throwing around this Liege stuff.
“Call me Mack,” I counter.
“Fine.” Ndidi leans in closer. “You look like Hell, Mack.”
I chuckle. “That’s more like it.”
Midnight is here.
I stand outside the Zoetic Fortress with a smile on my face and an umbrella in my hand. Unlike Doc Langstrom’s toilet brush, this item is a true magic wand.
Why the enchanted umbrella? Midnight is almost here and with it, Kaps. Once my girlfriend arrives, we’ll hone our vampire hunting skills with the magical battle simulations loaded inside this very umbrella. Fun times.
Stepping in a slow circle, I inspect the landscape. Where should I wave this thing?
There’s no lack of places to cast, that’s for certain. The full moon shows off every detail of the Fortress grounds. Essentially the place is a series of mini-castles that encircle a central lawn.
Nodding once, I make my decision. Best to wave my umbrella-wand right in the middle of the open green.
Turning, I march toward the lawn’s center. Suddenly, a black shape passes over the moon. Pausing, I scan the dark streak more closely. To regular humans, that’s an ordinary shadow. But I’ve a bit of demonic DNA in my background. Which means I can look past magical glamours.
To me, it’s a dragon.
My grin widens. That’s not just any dragon, either. It’s Kaps. The woman I love. Based on her speed, she’ll land any second.
A great black shape blots out the moon entirely. Massive dark wings send a gust of wind in my direction. Heat radiates from her dragon’s body as she lands only a few yards away. For a moment, I can soak in the glory of her form. Dark scales. Eyes that glow red. A line of scarlet spikes that run down her back and tail.
A shimmer of red light surrounds her body. For one more moment, the massive dragon looms tall. Then it’s replaced by the human version of Kaps. My woman is no less impressive this way, what with her dark hair, amber eyes and whip-fast tail. She wears leather pants, hefty boots and a halter top.
Damn, I’ve missed her.
Christina Bauer knows how to tell stories about kick-ass women. In her best selling Angelbound series, the heroine is a part-demon girl who loves to fight in Purgatory’s Arena and falls in love with a part-angel prince. This young adult best seller has driven more than 500,000 ebook downloads and 9,000 reviews on Goodreads and retailers. The first three books in the series are now available as audiobooks on Audible and iTunes.
Bauer has also told the story of the Women’s March on Washington by leading PR efforts for the Massachusetts Chapter. Her pre-event press release—the only one sent out on a major wire service—resulted in more than 19,000 global impressions and redistribution by over 350 different media entities including the Associated Press.
Christina graduated from Syracuse University’s Newhouse School with BA’s in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby.
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