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Many of my Weird Girls fans know that my master vampire, Misha, and Celia (golden tigress and main protagonist) share a very close friendship bond. What many don’t know is that in the original draft of the first novel, that initial connection was a marriage bond created as a result of Celia biting Misha during a one night.
This bond didn’t make the final cut of the original novel, Sealed with a Curse, because my editor at the time felt that Celia shouldn’t be bonded to two men. To preface the never-before scene below, Celia is convinced she’s married. Let’s just say, she’s not happy.
I called Misha and he agreed to meet me alone at a nearby coffee shop. I was already sitting when he came in. Hank and Tim, his dutiful bodyguards, waited outside for him.
Several women and even some men turned to look at Misha as he passed the row of tables. I couldn’t blame them; it should be illegal to look that good. His hair lay loose against his shoulders and blond strands framed his face. A black turtle neck clung to his lean muscular frame and charcoal slacks no doubt hugged his fine ass. He gave me a look and a smile that made my happy place ache. My mind began to wander to last night’s events. I bit the inside of my cheek in order to focus.
“You look lovely, Celia.”
I didn’t, but he got a few points for making an effort. He bent down to kiss me and I practically fell off my chair avoiding him. He chuckled, but didn’t push and sat down.
“I had a great time last night, you were so sexy,” he purred. “No one has ever wrapped themselves so tightly around my—
“Yes, about that,” I interrupted as my groin began to throb. “I was really drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“Oh believe me, you did. You were amazing, especially for someone with so little experience. Had I been human I would have needed ointment for my—
“I meant the biting you part.” I was trying to will my pulsating parts to stop. “I didn’t know what it meant to your kind. I lost control and I’m truly sorry.”
He looked at me, slightly surprised. Then comprehension lit his eyes. His face turned a deadly calm as he spoke his next words. “Do you realize what this means to me? I am a part of you now. You cannot simply refuse me.” He paused and rubbed at his face. “The only way to break the bond that you started is through death.”
“Death?” I asked incredulously. “Did you say death? You mean one of us has to die? There’s no other way to reverse this?”
He looked away, took a breath, and turned again to face me, “Perhaps…no, never mind, it is too dangerous.”
“How can it be more dangerous than dying? Tell me how to fix this!”
Misha looked away again. It seemed as if he was fighting to control himself. I thought I angered and embarrassed him. When he turned back, his face was like stone. “Very well, there is one way, but it involves the darkest of magic. Demonic possession and loss of limbs may occur.”
I just stared at him blankly, “Demonic po-possession?”
“Do you want to end this or not?” he snapped.
“Um, yes. Yes, I do. Tell me.”
“There are many steps, and it is rather complicated. Do you have a pen, and something to write on?”
I quickly reached in my purse and pulled out the items. “Go ahead, I’m ready.”
“The spell must be performed on the highest peak we can find, during the next full moon. Perhaps Mount Rainer or the Olympic Mountains will suffice. We will need to gather some herbs…wolfs bane, belladonna, nightshade…”
I was writing feverishly.
“…we will also need a piece of alabaster of the whitest stone you can find.”
“Alabaster, okay, I got it, what else?”
“Lastly, we will need two virgins…and a goat.”
I immediately stopped writing, slowly looking up at him.
He burst out laughing. In fact, he was laughing so hard he was shaking, tears streaking down his face from the force.
“You asshole!” I hissed.
It took a while, but finally, Misha calmed down. He wiped his eyes before he spoke. “I apologize, my love. But I could not help myself. Although I did not drink from you, I have been thinking about it.” He paused. “I actually have been unable to think of anything else.”
“Um,” I said again, since that’s how I rolled.
Sinful hunger replaced any trace of the man who first sat beside me. “You are delicious, my darling Celia,” he rasped. “I can still taste you on my tongue.”
I cleared my throat. I only wished I could also clear my mind of his naked image. “So, are you saying we’re not bonded?”
“Oh no, that’s not what I am saying. On the contrary, the marriage bond was started last night.” He laughed as he took in my expression. “However, it’s still not complete. Although according to our customs you have given me permission to continue, I choose not ingest your essence.”
“All right, good, but…why?” I asked, suddenly feeling a little insulted.
“Celia, I do not want someone, who clearly does not want me. You were willing to risk demonic possession and loss of your limbs in order to avoid marrying me.”
“Good point,” I admit. “What happens though, if―I don’t know―you come across some blood of mine and accidently lick it or something?”
“Are you planning to leave blood around for me to lick?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Okay, that’s a bad example, but you know what I mean. What happens if you change your mind someday and take a bite out of me? Would we then be married?” I asked, mostly hoping he’d tell me no.
“It would bring us one step closer to sealing the marriage bond, yes. However, it would not be finalized without a commitment ceremony.”
“So nothing has to come out of all this?”
“Not unless you want it, too,” he said, his lust-filled stare holding me in place.
Yeah. You might have said I was in trouble then.
Synopsis: Celia Wird and her three sisters are just like other 20-something girls—with one tiny exception: they’re products of a backfired curse that has given each of them unique powers that make them, well, weird… The Wird sisters are content to avoid the local vampires, werebeasts, and witches of the Lake Tahoe region—until one of them blows up a vampire in self-defense. Everyone knows vampires aren’t aggressive, and killing one is punishable by death. But soon more bloodlust-fueled attacks occur, and the community wonders: are the vampires of Tahoe cursed with a plague?Celia reluctantly agrees to help Misha, the handsome leader of an infected vampire family. But Aric, the head of the werewolf pack determined to destroy Misha’s family to keep the region safe, warns Celia to stay out of the fight. Caught between two hot alphas, Celia must find a way to please everyone, save everyone, and oh yeah, not lose her heart to the wrong guy—or die a miserable death. Because now that the evil behind the plague knows who Celia is, it’s coming for her and her sisters. This Wird girl has never had it so tough.