Kiss Kiss Fang Fang Read Online Penelope Bloom

Categories Genre: Fantasy, Funny, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84172 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)

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Kiss Kiss Fang Fang

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Penelope Bloom

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A Sucky Vampire Romantic Comedy
I don’t usually fang and tell, but she earned an exception. The hapless woman who accidentally released me.
The one who nearly got herself killed mere hours later. So I saved her, but my help came with a price.
The only way to save her life was to bond her–to link us so powerfully we’d have to spend every waking hour together for the next few weeks. I was ready for the bond, but I wasn’t ready for her.
Her impossible to crush perky outlook. Her big eyes that never seem to dim, no matter how far into my blackened soul they saw.
I thought I’d lost the ability to care centuries ago, but it appears I was wrong. The insufferable woman won’t rest until she’s forced me to do the unthinkable. To… enjoy her company.
It’s ridiculous, but all I need to do is outlast the bond. To outlast my growing fear that I’m not as numb as I thought.
I’m in danger of feeling something for this human that I can’t afford to feel. Because the only thing more dangerous for her than my enemies is if I can’t let her go.
***Author’s Note: Get sucked into this high stakes, fang-fest of paranormal, romantic comedy fun with an out-of-his-element vampire grump and the upbeat woman who refuses to let things go according to plan.
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In the movie version of my life, the director would probably start with a brief tease. It’d be one dramatic snapshot to show you just how abnormal my mostly normal existence was about to get.

They’d probably open with a black screen that slowly brightened until a fuzzy image became clear.

There I’d be, looking like I just got thrown from an exploding building to land on the wet pavement. Face up, of course—for cinematic reasons.

The camera would rotate and rise upwards so you had plenty of time to study my face and the “what the hell am I doing here” look written all over it.

The average viewer might not notice the smoking gun in the scene right away. But that was okay. It would add to the drama.

If they were a person of taste, they might go straight to the awesome Chuck Taylor’s I snagged on clearance.

If they were a nitpicker, they might get stuck on my black-haired pixie cut that was in desperate need of a trim.

And if they were an asshole, they’d probably laugh to see a gym membership card on my keychain—the same keychain that was dramatically strewn a few feet from my outstretched hand.

And yes, I’d been on a little fitness hiatus since New Year’s. Okay? And no, I wasn’t talking about this past New Year’s or even the one before it.

But even the assholes in the audience would feel bad when they noticed the most important detail in the scene.

Cue the slowly growing pool of blood spreading from behind me.

A good director would change the camera angle at this point. Maybe something low that gave a shot of my impressive A-cup cleavage and let you see him.

There he’d be, approaching me from the shadows with concern all over his offensively hot face.

Somewhere between admiring his impeccable jawline and to-die-for eyebrows they’d see the teeth. That is when the real question would start to form.

They’d ask themselves, “Are his canines extra-long, or is it just my imagination?”

If I wasn’t passed out, I would’ve happily cracked my eyes open to say that, “Nope. You’ve pretty much got it on the nose. Good job, detective.”

As with any proper tease, the scene would cut away abruptly and bring you straight to the soul-crushingly ordinary existence of my Monday morning.

Temporarily ordinary, at least.

I looked for something to spread on my bagel before I rushed out the door. Birds were chirping outside, the air was pleasantly cool, and some asshole had left the cream cheese out on the counter until it fossilized. I gave the tub a dejected jab with a fork, then stuffed the bagel between my teeth and shouldered my bag.

I had class to get to, then my internship, then my late-night gig. Just another day of chasing the dream.

“Hey.” Zack appeared in the cramped, deteriorating kitchen. He played on the basketball team for our college, along with all the other guys I lived with. And no, there was absolutely no shenanigans going on, if you were wondering. The situation was a combination of coincidence, guys who weren’t pervs, and me not having enough disposable income to be picky.

Besides, I was thirty years old, and if dating was a menu at a fancy restaurant, college guys were the section in another language. It probably would’ve been more accurate to say the entire menu on dating had gone up in flames when I decided to sacrifice my personal life to keep up with my academic goals.

Zack was wearing a tank-top and his wild, curly brown hair was even messier than usual. “Have you seen the cream cheese?”

I had a bagel in my mouth, arms full of books, and a bag on my shoulder that weighed as much as a tank. All I could manage for him was to make an indistinct noise and point my eyes toward the cream cheese container I’d knocked into the sink.

“Ah, right on.” Zack pulled out a piece of bread from a bag that I had reason to believe was doubling as a mold and fungus culture. He ran tap water into the hardened cream cheese, then jammed a knife around in the container a few times until it softened and started spreading it on his bread.

I knew I’d been living with a pack of mannerless, barbaric college guys too long when I didn’t even vomit all over myself at the sight of his antics.

I was using my butt cheek and a tip-toe technique to push the door handle down when Zack lifted his knife and pointed it toward me. “Hey, wait a sec.”

I bulged my eyes. This was worse than the hygienist trying to ask me about my day while she had four power tools jammed down to my tonsils.

“You going to be coming home super late again?”

I nodded my head.

Zack made a face to show his disapproval. “You coming from that place you do the tours? Just text one of us. We’ll come walk you back.”