Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Suckers Bite Back (San Francisco Vampires #5) by Jessica McBrayer Excerpt

Suckers Bite Back (San Francisco Vampires #5) by Jessica McBrayer Except

Lily Goodwill is in trouble. She’s fired from her job at the Suicide Prevention Call Center. She’s drinking, doing brimstone and doesn’t care what happens.

Sebastian St. John is dying on the inside. He’s watching Lily fall apart and she won’t let him in. He’s aching to help, to love and to be by her side. Slowly. He must work slowly to win her back. If only he can keep a certain Demon out of her life.

Aidan is sick from watching his love crash and burn. So he rides the wind as any Djinn would do. It clears his head. When he isn’t expecting it, a light, so bright it could burn enters his life. What will this mean to Lilith?

Can Lily take her life back? Can she be stronger than she was? Will Queen Zoe leave them to live their lives again? Lives will be lived and lost and found in Suckers Bite Back.

Series Order -
Sucking in San Francisco
Hell Hounds are for Suckers
Sucking Bites
Suckers Go To Hell
Suckers Bite Back
Little Suckers Bite Too


1.      LILITH

A baby.
My best friend is having a baby with her ever-after. I am excited and honestly, very depressed and a little jealous. I will never be able to have a child. I am vampire. So is she, but she’s married a Demon and there is some kind of mojo magick that happens when that occurs that allows them to procreate.
I’m not just blue because of the baby. Hannah, my bestie, also has Diel, her Demon. I have given up on two beautiful, caring men. Now I have no one. No one to care for or care about me. I’m a mess inside. I know and have no idea of how to clean it up. The only thing I have left in the world is my family and my work.
I work at San Francisco’s Suicide Hotline taking calls from desperate people in the middle of the night. It makes me feel good to help others. It helps assuage the guilt I have from having to feed off them.
I am sitting at work now, waiting for the little red light to blink, telling me someone is on the other end of the line.
“Suicide Prevention, this is Lilith, how may help you tonight?”
“Yes, I need to order a Chicago style meat lovers with extra jalapenos. I’ll come pick up,” says a clipped British accent. Obviously he has the wrong number, but I can’t help flashing back to my call with Aidan that fateful night when we met. Instead of laughing over the call, my mood drops.
“Sir,” I whisper and then clear my throat. “You have the wrong number.” I pinch myself, hard. Forcing myself back under control instead of thinking of how it all has gone wrong this past year.
“Are you sure I have the wrong number?” the jovial voice is asking, juxtapositioned with my feelings.
      “I’m sure, sir. It happens often. You transposed the last two numbers. This is the San Francisco Suicide Hotline.”
“Oh my goodness, I need a pizza but not that badly,” he says laughing at himself. I give a half laugh.
“It’s Lilith, sir.”
“I’m Ian. Are you all right?” I hear the concern in his voice. When had we switched places?
“Yes. No, but I will be. I’m sorry, Ian. Not what you expected when you called for a pizza is it?” I sniff.
“No, but I like coming to the aid of ladies in distress. It’s a British thing.”
I laugh a little louder this time. Irony cuts deep. Little could he know how a British accent had changed my life and left me in this low spot.
“There you are. You’re already feeling better aren’t you?” he asks.
“I better let you go so that I can keep the phone lines clear, Ian. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, love,” he says softly. I hang up quickly to stifle my sobs. If I were human there would be tears but since I’m vampire I only have burning eyes and make an awful retching noise. I try to get myself back together.
I smell Meredith before I see her, sauerkraut and sausage. I retch on top of the sobbing.
Meredith lays her chubby hand on my shoulder.
“Lily, what’s gotten into you? You’ve reversed the roles of client – professional. I guess it just happens sometimes. I think it would be for the best if you just packed up and went home. You haven’t been at the top of your game for a while now. Take some time off, think of it as a forced vacation, you know the kind where you don’t call us, we’ll call you,” she says as she smiles down sweetly. I know what she is really saying.
She is firing me.
I grab my purse and stumble out of the building. There is a heavy fog and mist to clear my senses a bit, enough that I stop crying. I can’t believe it. I don’t know where to go and I have no one to go to for comfort. I wander through the Haight district, where the hotline offices are located. It is one in the morning and I find a small club open. I step inside and find a seat at the bar. I order a dirty martini and hope someone really fucking drunk hits on me.
I can’t get drunk from drinking alcohol but I can from someone who has a high blood alcohol content. I am scoping out my victim now.
Candidate number one. A tall man looking like a piece of yummy chocolate. I hope he tastes as good as he looks. In fact, I think he is a famous football player. He has visited Sebastian’s club from time to time. The club is designed and named for me. Right this minute Mr. Linebacker is making a direct line for me and I am looking at him through hooded eyes, giving him every signal I can that I am available.
I can smell the alcohol on him before he gets to me. He is a big guy and can handle more than most. He will definitely give me my fix. He walks up to me and puts a hand on either side of me on the bar, effectively trapping me, or so he thinks. I chuckle and lick my lips.
“Aren’t you Sebastian’s babe? What are you doing out all by your lonesome, darlin’?” he asks breathing into my ear.
I throw my arms around his shoulders.
“I’m no one’s babe.”
“Wanna be mine for tonight, sugar?” he asks getting serious and down to business. I’m glad we don’t have to play any games. I’m desperate to ease the ache in me.
“Yes. Let’s get out of here. Come with me, Big Boy.” I smile back at him as I lead him towards the door. He grins like he hit the lottery. They usually do. Most women don’t come on so hard and fast.
He holds the door open for me and I slip out from under his arm. That isn’t what he wants so he tucks me into his side and gives the valet his ticket. While we wait for the luxury vehicle to pull up, he keeps his hands warm on my ass. I don’t care anymore. It’s contact. I haven’t had any affection in a long time.
“Nice car,” I say when a sleek white Escalade pulls up. It is burning fossil fuels as we speak. My little Prius would be pissed if she knew I was two-timing her.
“Thanks,” he says to the valet as he holds the door open for me. I climb in and wait for him. As soon as we get going I am all over him, begging him to find a place to pull over. I don’t want to prolong this anymore and the tinted windows will hide my feeding. He does as I request and unbuckles to get nearer to me.
“Hey, babe. I get that you want me and all, but I usually use a bed. This is kinda hot, though.”
“I thought so too. Come here,” I say as I yank him over the seat by his collar.
I run my hand over his beautiful shaved head and then make to kiss his neck but bite instead. It is like drinking a vodka tonic minus the tonic. Pure one hundred proof. Drinking my fill before pushing him off me. I fumble for the door handle and grab for my purse. I fall out of the tall vehicle onto a sidewalk in the Presidio area, my old stomping grounds. I remember hailing a cab and mumbling something about my address and by some miracle get home.

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