Everyone Looks Better Undead: The Vampire's Little Black Book Series, #8

By Victoria L. Szulc

The annual auto shows have come to Detroit bringing high powered industry types, celebrities and wannabe's to the motor city. All the beautiful people want to be seen, in and outside of the hottest new rides. In the midst of all the glamor, Will has his hands full in a hospital wall to wall with beautiful models all stricken with a mysterious stomach bug.

Anna and Tiffany are also in town, but for different reasons. If that wasn't enough to challenge Will, a young male werewolf is on the loose. The lycan reminds him of his one true love Emma. Can Will help the lycan? Will Anna assist him? What does Tiffany want from Will after years apart? And can Will deny his attraction for the oratory pleasures of Dr. Caroline while fond memories of Emma haunt him?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Victoria L. Szulc
• Release date: May 13, 2024
• ISBN: 9781958760314

Victoria L. Szulc

Victoria L. Szulc is a multi-media artist and author from St. Louis, MO. She "lives" her art and has various hobbies including: drawing, writing, volunteering for animal charities, karate, yoga, karaoke, voice over work, belly dancing, and weather spotting. She specializes in pet portraiture through her company The Haute Hen. For character development she's currently learning chess, fencing, and whip cracking. Victoria blogs about these adventures at mysteampunkproject.wordpress.com. You can view book trailers and her other adventures starting here: https://youtu.be/y-Xja304rUs “Adventures abound and romance is to be had.” As always, thank you for reading, -Victoria

Book preview

For vanity’s sake.

November 1790, the Woods Outside of London

She looked right through me, and I froze. Only seconds before, she had been a beast, licking off her thick bloody paws after a kill of a good sized buck. Her plush tan fur transformed to luminescent skin as she morphed from lycan to human in the blue moonlit shadows. She stood proudly in front of me, completely naked and unafraid.

I had been a vampire long enough to know that you did not mess with the undead wolves. Although my desire was rising, I needed to leave the woods. I had stumbled upon her completely by accident. I had thought that this had been a safe path. I’d heard that the lycan packs ran deeper into the forest.

You are not my kind. I was succinct without being rude. She stepped closer and inhaled deeply.

Yet you have helped me before. She cocked an eyebrow. This was beyond tempting. I recognized the scent, but it was somewhat different. I had known it before, only it was completely human a while back. She continued to walk towards me. You assisted me with the apples.

With her scent, a memory came back to me so clearly that I was transported in time. It had been dusk at the market when a young girl ran into me. It was far too late for a child to be away from home. She had stumbled and dropped her tiny basket of apples. I had just left home to feed. I was famished and she had smelled delicious. But, as a rule, I did not feed off of able bodied children. She was in distress as she scrambled for the fruit. Others like me would want to eat too as the sky darkened. This poor girl would be in danger. She peeped an apology.

I snatched the last apple and handed it to her with a warning. Go home child. She had spun to thank me, but I had gone. I watched from the darkness to make sure she’d make it into the wood.

Apparently she had not stayed from the woods because here she was yet again, this time as a lovely young lycan. But you were a child then. I could barely whisper. I was fighting off both desire and hunger.

And I am a woman now. She kissed me. I didn’t resist anymore. We made love and fed from each other in the moonlight that eve. Despite being hundreds of years old, I fell in love for the first time, a real true magical love.

We shared a human lifetime together, often meeting in the woods to share ourselves fully. To say that this woman was far different from the others I’d had would be an understatement. She was unusual, even for a lycan. She was kindhearted, beautiful and wildly sensual. I was enraptured.

I had hoped to keep her for eternity, but she was taken from me. I would never be the same. The woman’s name was Emma.

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Present Day, Detroit

I was coming from a resting state as Emma filled my mind. The cold of January always reminded me of her. The snow in the woods, the warmth of her cottage, and all the time spent in her embrace. Emma had changed me forever. The good side of me had begun to live only for her then.

But now, as the winter sky had cleared and blue moonlight filled my bedroom, I could feel her there. I sat and cried wretched angry tears. After a brief pause to collect myself, I went to the hiding space in my closet that contained all of my trinkets.

I carefully retrieved Emma’s last love letter to me. I regretted having not saved the others as I read it again for the thousandth time. She loved to write; to express her love. I had been such a sack of shit before her. I remained a load of crap. As I hid my trinkets and black book, I vowed that I needed another purpose, another love. I couldn’t stand being undead for much longer without someone to share it with. The silly fool in me had returned and he was incredibly lonely.

I methodically dressed for work. The sun began to rise as the full moon set. My long moonlight with Emma had not been long enough. I needed forever.

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I was hoping for a quiet Friday at work. The ride there was cold, but uneventful, which was good, because things were going to be horribly hectic.

I arrived to chaos. The ER was packed, but not with the usual crowd of accident victims, heart attacks and gang violence. Instead, there was a bevy of the most beautiful long legged females I’d seen in one place in a long while. There was a smattering of handsome males as well and an unusually long line for the ER restroom. Suddenly it hit me, the overwhelming smell of vomit.

On closer inspection, each beauty was in the process of puking, holding their stomach or pulling back someone else’s hair as one of their besties hurled. There was a parade of sharply suited executives alternating vomiting then checking their phones.

The familiar