Hell Hounds Are for Suckers by Jessica McBrayer

 

 

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Vampire Lily Goodwill has coupled up and her BFF. Hannah is feeling alone and lonely. One night on a stroll through her favorite graveyard she is befriended by a small growling fur ball. The puppy refuses to leave and reluctantly she takes him in. She soon needs expert advice because the puppy won’t eat any of the expensive dog food she buys and burps fire. 

Hannah consults her vampire friends and a friendly Djinn and finds out she’s got herself a Hell Hound. And more, the jinni warns, there is sure to be an owner in the somewhere. When a gorgeous demon shows up pounding on her door wanting his dog back, Hannah is suddenly in the middle of a humorous predicament. This is the second episode of the San Francisco Vampires.


I loved, loved, loved this part of the San Francisco Vampires series. It was such a face-packed read and gave readers a better understanding of the character Hannah. This book is the second book in the series and is such a great story. I highly recommend Jessica McBrayer to anyone that loves paranormal romance! 

Excerpt:

Hannah

I don’t know how I’ve reached this point in my life. Alone, with no direction. Just existing. For a vampire, it is a dangerous place to be. I’ve known vampires with no focus to go mad, insane, and get violent. Violence fills the void. I’ve been in that place before and I don’t want to go there again. It happened after I first turned, which was during the Civil War. My maker turned me and then set me loose in the world without any mentoring. I wandered the states draining my victims and fighting other vampires for their territory. Eventually, about a century later, I wound up on the West Coast and stumbled into the free love movement. I tasted my first hippie blood and it mellowed me. Not long after that, I met Lily and she made it her mission to become my friend. She saved me. Helena, Julian and Sebastian, her best friends, old, old, vampires, took me under their wings. Helena is a witch, think Glinda, not the green one. She and her lover Julian have a humane philosophy and they all practice no-harm, no-foul, in their hunting. I’m so thankful for their love. But there is still a void in me. A few weeks ago, I helped them fight off some evil witches and a warlock and the desire to tear flesh worried me. Since then my dark mood has deepened. I feel restless and unsettled.

As I walked analyzing my life, I heard a low growling. The fog can distort sound — even my supernatural bat-like hearing was confused. I wasn’t sure where it was coming from. As my vampire hearing kicked in, I was sure I could track it down. My adrenaline spiked and the hunt excited me. The growling got louder near the Gothic Chapel and I pulled up my thigh high stockings and stomped down into my combat boots, getting ready to kick some ass.

I edged around the chapel searching for the source. Moving the creeping ivy and brushing past the flowers, I rubbed up against the cold façade of the building. The fog cleared and the moon shone down on the small, furry black package making all the noise. 

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