Popcorn, Vampires and Forbidden Shenanigans: Grimstone Island, #4

By Rochelle Pearson

***BOOK 4***

A paranormal romantic comedy 

WELCOME BACK TO GRIMSTONE!

You must be ill ...

I'm going to be house-sitting for Gavin while he is away for a few days in his ginormous ass, cobweb infested mansion. A stereotypical dwelling for a vampire. It's a change of scenery from my beloved cabin.
No biggie, though. I got this.
Just water some dead plants, watch reruns of the Golden Girls on a theatre size tv and try not to wander up the forbidden staircase...
Easy peasy.
Yep...
Easy...(why do I feel like this creepy ass mansion contains secrets? And when is Adrian gonna quit circling the grounds like he's ready to break in and kidnap me?)........peasy.
 

Lemon f*cking squeezy.


*Warning: For readers 18+. Contains sexual content and explicit language/dialogue.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rochelle Pearson
• Release date: Jul 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386260943

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POPCORN,

VAMPIRES

AND

FORBIDDEN

SHENANIGANS

The Grimstone Island Series

Book Four

ROCHELLE PEARSON

Copyright © 2018 by Rochelle Pearson. All rights reserved.

No part of this publication nor any of the information herein may be quoted from, nor reproduced, in any form, including but not limited to: printing, scanning, photocopying or any other printed, digital, or audio formats, without prior express written consent of the copyright holder.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Due to sexual content and explicit language and dialogue, this book is recommended for readers 18+.

Table of Contents

Disclaimer

Popcorn, Vampires and Forbidden Shenanigans (Grimstone Island, #4)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

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***

WELCOME BACK TO GRIMSTONE!

You must be ill ...

I'm going to be house-sitting for Gavin while he is away for a few days in his ginormous ass, cobweb infested mansion. A stereotypical dwelling for a vampire. It's a change of scenery from my beloved cabin.

No biggie, though. I got this.

Just water some dead plants, watch reruns of the Golden Girls on a theatre size tv and try not to wander up the forbidden staircase...

Easy peasy.

Yep...

Easy...(why do I feel like this creepy ass mansion contains secrets? And when is Adrian gonna quit circling the grounds like he's ready to break in and kidnap me?)........peasy.

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Lemon fucking squeezy.

Adela

/Ad·dell·uh/

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Noun

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A magic enriched tree made entirely of obsidian rock, rooted in a moat of salt water; located near the east side edge on a supernaturally inhabited island called Grimstone. Created by six supernatural beings known as The Hallow Six, the tree’s power hides the island’s identity from mortals, and allows the walking dead to bask in sunlight without fear of turning into dust or in need of sunblock. Merfolk can shed their fins for adequate limbs to properly ride tandem bicycles. The tree is mainly known to represent the freedom of magic, the overabundance of preternatural life, and unity of any and all creatures, living or undead, among the Island of Grimstone.

...Although Adela’s alliance with the very place unites and encourages free lifestyles for the things that go bump in the night—chaos is always near to disrupt the order of peace. After all, it is the land of the monsters.

Chapter One

Cue harmonica and whistle tune from old western movies during a cowboy standoff.

It’s necessary for the showdown happening right now.

My stare narrows at Gavin.

He returns the glare.

I cock an eyebrow.

His left eye twitches.

I sneer.

He snarls.

I wrinkle my little nose.

He flares his, then crosses his tattoo covered arms.

I quickly flash my right boob.

He cracks.

Dammit, Kokoa! he growls. What’s it gonna be already?

Fine, fine. I’ll do it. I twirl and collapse on my squishy, worn couch. He crouches over me and kisses my forehead. His lips drill an electric shock into my brain, unleashing tingles down my spine.

Thank you, he says, softly.

Why do I get the feeling there’s another reason you want me to house-sit your place? I say, ignoring the effect he holds over me. Don’t you have maids and crusty butlers who look after it? It’s possible since he’s uber rich. Dealing in exquisite art all across the globe and selling his painting masterpieces can do that to a person.

"I don’t know what feeling you’re getting, unless it’s horniness?" He wiggles his dark brows.

Gavin, I say, sternly.

How about you show me your tit again? The ridiculously hot vampire invades my space, scooching close on the sofa.

Gavin.

Seriously, I’d love that. Just a peek. It’s been awhile since I saw them.

Lies. He last saw them a half an hour ago when he scared the bejeezus out of me when I was in the shower. Right before revealing he wants me to stay at his big ol’ scary mansion. And he knew it’d be a questioning sell so he came armed with tacos. My drug of choice. Those are long gone, by the way. I don’t even remember chewing. It’s all a blissful, meaty-cheesy blur. But his actual, true purpose for the set-up is still up for debate.

Is this about Jonathan? I wondered.

Gavin grimaces. Johnboy The Doorknob? No. Maybe. Tit, please. He smiles boyishly. Jonny isn’t my boyfriend, just a really close friend that I have occasional sex with.

Label it all you want, people!

The term fuck-buddy is too cliché for me and I’d like to think I’m more sophisticated than that.

Okay, you can snort and roll your eyes now.

You know he’s gone. Unfortunately. Jonathan Griff, a lion shifter, is still in Botswana at the moment, training to obtain a permanent position in Pride Elite. An organization that’s a military security force for supernaturals around the world. The slot he wants will have him based in Grimstone with the rest of his family—the other Griff men who rank high in the elite. Jonny is a strong alpha and I’m confident he’ll tear through the thirty days he’s there. When he returns, I don’t mind if our taboo relationship stays the same or fades out. I’m all for having chilled relationships with these guys. Whether it’s bumping parts with Jon or flashing my boob at Gav.

Or getting poked and licked by a dragon....

Currently, I’m not in the market, nor anytime soon for Something More.

Gavin clearly doesn’t mind locking me away in his home for all eternity. And Jonathan is in his prime and most lions his age—twenty-four—have already Blood Mated by now and are usually awaiting the birth of their fourth kid.

Sorry, but my naive, wild twenty-three-year-old-self is only having food babies these days from all the burritos I devour.

Well, now I have you to myself. Gavin taps my nose.

See what I mean? Don’t get me started on the weird thing he and I have going. He’s my hot vamp bestie who does a successful job blurring the lines between us. He doesn’t hold back with the lustful looks, the lady-bit tingling comments or sinful touches. Now picture that coupled with an over six-foot muscular, black haired male, covered neck down in tattoos; plus bedroom ruby red eyes and fangs that peek from underneath soft lips.

You picturing it?

I must be stronger than I give myself credit for or have a broken brain because no normal person would fucking sit here, have a conversation with this guy and not want to just ride him to the moon.

Question answered: I haven’t done the midnight boogie under the sheets with him...

Weird, how the universe works. It just hasn’t happened.

Would I mind if it did?

Gavin snaps his fingers in front of my face, bringing me back to the present... I totally blacked out and judging by his smirk, he knew what I was thinking... bastard.

But you won’t be with me, I point out. "You’ll be gone too—wait! It’s Adrian isn’t it?"

His red eyes grow dark.

Bingo.

So last night’s somewhat date slash disastrous interruption by all my friends with Adrian has Gavin worried.

Unnecessarily worried, let me add.

Hey, I’m free to move about the cabin, buddy. Single as can be, I do what I want.

He snorts then slaps his knee, laughing. "Yeah, and who is also doing such a fine job juggling three guys. Always one to be blunt, he then adds—That and food is all that your mind can handle."

You know me so well. It comes out drolly.

Mmhmm, Gavin continues. Seriously, I’d really like for you to stay at my place while I’m handling business. Business that’s taking him to Monte Carlo for a few days. Thursday through Saturday. He’ll be back Sunday morning.

I’m not really sure— My backpedalling is instantly cut off.

"Don’t care. You’ve