Recipe For Disaster (Vampire Soul, Book Four): Vampire Soul, #4

By Mac Flynn

A diner is the Grand Central Station of trucker gossip, and Misty learns that her friend Charlie hasn't been doing well since their run-in with Roland's flash cards. She visits him and finds Roland's influence made a worse impression on Charlie than two puncture wounds could ever do. His daughter thinks he's crazy and his house has all the makings of an aspiring junkyard.

Charlie's paranoia digs six-feet deeper when an unexpected delivery is dropped in his lap. He begs Misty to help him, but she has her own problems to juggle as Owen Alston walks back into her life. He offers her a second chance at a date, but life and undeath threaten to get in the way of her free meal. New friendships are forged and new snarks are made as she navigates the crazy world that is her life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.
• Release date: Oct 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519973337

Mac Flynn

A seductress of sensual words and a lover of paranormal plots, Flynn enjoys writing thrilling paranormal stories filled with naughty fun and hilarious hijinks. She is the author of numerous paranormal series that weave suspense, adventure and a good joke into a one-of-a-kind experience that readers are guaranteed to enjoy. From long adventure novels to tasty little short-story treats, there's a size and adventure for everyone.Want to know when her next series comes out? Join The Flynn newsletter and be the first to know! macflynn.com/newsletter/Also check out her website at macflynn.com for listings and excerpts of all of her books!

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Recipe For Disaster

Recipe For Disaster

Vampire Soul, Book Four

Mac Flynn

Copyright © 2019 by Mac Flynn

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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1

S o what happened to the floor?

I rolled my eyes, slapped a smile on my face, and turned to the diner stools behind me. The questioner was a trucker, and the question was about the melted tiles on the floor. They had a reddish hue to them that no amount of bleach could get up.

An accident with the chili, I told the trucker.

It’d been a few weeks since my adventure with Rose the child vampire and her curse. My dreams had been curse-free that whole time, and it looked like I’d live out the rest of my days without her in my head, though judging by how dangerous it was living with Roland the vampire, the rest of my days wasn’t going to go much beyond the year.

The trucker frowned and looked down at the spot again. What’d the cook put in that stuff?

Every chili known to man, and a few that weren’t, I quipped.

I slid a coffee mug in front of him. He eyed it suspiciously.

This ain’t gonna kill me, is it? he wondered.

Only if you let it sit for a few minutes, I warned him.

The man started chugging, and I glanced at my watch. I still had a few more hours left on my shift, and then it’d be three whole days without staring at food that stared back at me. Ralph’s greatest passion, aside from poisoning people with his cooking, was fishing. The next three days was his yearly fishing trip out into the boonies where he’d try to catch fish and a fever in knee-deep river water.

The bell above the door rang and in sauntered Ned. He took his usual place at the stools and glanced at the melted tiles.

Ralph’s soup finally get one of us? Ned quipped.

The chili, the other trucker told him.

I guess Charlie’s not missing much, then, Ned commented.

That perked up everyone’s ears, mine included.

Where’s Charlie been, anyway? one of the other regulars spoke up.

Didn’t you hear? Ned asked him.

Hear what? another wondered.

Charlie’s changed his route. He won’t take a step on this side of the river, Ned told them. His route’s north of Northton now.

He’s not good enough for us? one of the men growled.

Ned shook his head. Nope. Says he won’t go where there’s vampires. Swears that pale guy he saw a while back was one of the bloodsuckers. He turned to me. I’ll take some pancakes, but hold the coffee with the sludge.

Right up, I told him.

I turned away and pursed my lips. It sounded like Charlie was still telling his stories around to anyone who’d listen, and him changing his trucking path was a major blow to his income. Bosses didn’t like free-lance truckers who wouldn’t go everywhere. I’d have to look into this mess.

My shift ended a few hours later and I walked out the back door to the lot. The only car was Ralph’s old beat-up truck near the door. I glanced at my watch. It was ten minutes after the end of my shift.

Where is he? I whispered.

Behind you.

I yelped and spun around to find Roland standing behind me. He had a mischievous smile on his face and a twinkle in his demonic eyes. In his hands was his soul box and a thick blanket.

Do I need to put squeaky balls in your shoes? I growled.

I would rather you didn’t, he replied.

Then stop being so quiet, or you’re getting a bell around your neck, I warned him. And don’t think I won’t put one around your neck while you’re sleeping.

Roland was so terrified by my threat that he smiled. I promise to be louder the next night, but are you ready to leave?

I snorted and took the blanket from his hands. I was ready to leave before I got here, I told him as I wrapped the blanket around me.

Roland handed me the box, scooped me, blanket and all, into his arms and we jumped into the air. We flew above the diner and over the countryside towards home. The wind whipped past me, but the thick blanket kept me warm.

Believe it or not, but the Vampire Airlines idea was mine. I was saving a ton of money by not driving, and Roland had an excuse to get out of the apartment. Apart from getting his usual to-go blood meal, that is. I thought of it as quality time out of his self-imposed immortal safe space.

I looked down at the box in my hands. So you figured out how to get your box to roll over on command? I asked