Found Vampire – Moonlight Mountain Book 2

About Found Vampire

Author: Julia Talbot writing as Minerva Howe

Word Count: 30500

Page Count (pdf): 122 pdf

ISBN:  978-1-942831-84-6

Price: $2.99*

Pairing: MM (some mmmm)

Series: Moonlight Mountain book 2

Genre: Paranormal

Date Published: 12/18/2018

Publisher: Turtlehat Creatives

Heat Rating: 

File Types available: pdf, mobi, epub

Summary:

Found Vampire is the sequel to Chosen Wolf. Brant’s best friend Mal is on his way home from Paul and Brant’s cabin, having snowmobiled up to see his friend. On the return trip, hears someone calling him, which is impossible over the motor noise. Impossible, but he finds the man calling to him, a nearly frozen vampire Mal can hear talking in his head.

Henri is an Acadian vampire who hears voices in his head. He knows he’s crazy, but has no idea that bonding with a Guardian werewolf will help him, even as he forms a connection with Mal.

Both of them have reasons to fight the bond in the short term, but when it comes down to it, only Mal’s discipline will save Henri from the voices, and from himself.

Excerpt:

Malcolm slowed his snowmobile, his ears ringing with the shout he’d just heard. How the fuck could someone shout louder than the engine of a snowmobile? And why was someone on this side of the mountain who wasn’t Paul, the vamp who owned it, or Paul’s Guardian wolf, Brantley?

Well, okay, Mal was there, but he’d just come from delivering Brantley’s latest useless gift to Paul. Did a vampire really need an indoor Mike Tyson grill?

Seriously? An indoor grill? In the middle of the night?

Mal had gotten some really good beer out of it.

The cry came again. Then again. “Please. Please. Please.”

Christ. The sound rang in his head as if his skull was a bell someone had hit with a hammer. He searched the tree line, looking for anyone who might be making that noise.

He stopped, turning off the engine so he could hear.

“Please, please, please.”

“Where are you?” Mal called out, trying to get a direction. “I can help.”

“Cold. The sun is coming. Please.”

“Where? Damn it all.” He hopped off the vehicle, sinking a foot into the snow.

The cry came again and again then he saw it—a flash of blue cloth near the tree line.

There. Oh, God, whoever it was lay crumpled in the snow, and Mal waded close, wishing he wouldn’t mess up his damned snowsuit if he shifted to wolf form. The movies always made it look so easy. He stayed human and sank in the snow instead.

The guy was little, just skin and bones and a shock of silver and black hair. Mal sniffed deeply, something weird and off coming back to him. Not human.

He slowed up, not wanting to be caught in some weird-assed trap. Maybe, that was a mannequin, because it sure didn’t move.

Please. I don’t know where to go.

That was the voice. It was. It frickin’ echoed in his head. He pelted over as fast as he could, lifting the man up out of the snow.

“Hey. Hey, can you open your eyes?”

Eyes the color of sapphires—completely unnatural and odd—opened. The places they were supposed to be white turned blood red.

Mal almost jumped back, but he made himself stay right there. Paul could do that when he was really hungry, the red eye thing. “Oh. Hey, are you trying to find Paul? Dude, you’re really cold.”

That had to be it. This was one of Brantley’s vamp buddies who’d got lost, and the fucking sun would be here in maybe forty-five minutes.

Mal stood, lifting the too-skinny body with him. Shit, the guy felt like a frozen piece of rope.

“I’ll take you to the house, honey. You’re safe.” Poor kid. Those eyes were still open, blazing away at him. Yikes.

He got settled on the snowmobile, got the guy sort of attached to his back, tied with the sleeves of an extra jacket.

“Don’t fall off, because I’m afraid you’d break in half and then I’d get chewed out for hurting you.”

Really, it wasn’t Paul who would bite his ass, either. It was Brantley. Mal’s best friend was so damned protective of that vamp. It was sort of adorable, especially considering Brantley had been all I don’t do attachments for years.

Shit, if he’d known Brantley was ready to settle, he would’ve volunteered maybe. Not that Brant knew that. Mal was kinda in the closet, too, and he hated to get his ass kicked.

Brantley had been way more into being alone, so Paul had to be a monster in bed, right?

A monster.

Okay, that was funny.

Grr. Arrgh. Toothy.

In his head, he thought he heard someone else laughing. Freaky!

Mal made it up to the house, beeping the little snowmobile horn. He needed to get this guy inside before dawn, and he needed blankets, maybe hot water…

Paul and Brantley came out, both bare-assed naked.

“What happened, man?” Brant asked.

What happened to him? Did those two have a clothing explosion? They were totally naked, and it was fucking cold. Freaks. Pretty freaks.

“I found your friend,” Mal told Paul. “He’s freezing. He’s stiff.”

Paul stared at him from the porch. “I don’t have friends, pup.”

“He’s like you.”

Brantley growled a little. “How did you find him?”

Malcolm growled back. “He was lying in the snow. Jeez, he’s gonna burn to a crisp in about ten. Can we take him inside?”