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    Speck of Spice (Vampire Soul, Book Three): Vampire Soul, #3
    Speck of Spice (Vampire Soul, Book Three): Vampire Soul, #3
    Speck of Spice (Vampire Soul, Book Three): Vampire Soul, #3
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    Speck of Spice (Vampire Soul, Book Three): Vampire Soul, #3

    By Mac Flynn

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    The long, adventuring nights keep getting longer as Misty and Roland search out rumors of shadows and laughter. Added to her woes is a head cold of supernatural proportions larger than a trucker's appetite. She shambles through her work and Roland's play, a member of the undead in nose and crusty eyes.

    Their adventuring finds nothing but dust and a child's laughter, but when she begins to experience vivid dreams of tooth-decaying fantasy parks and zombie apocalypses Misty wonders if something isn't wrong. Roland comes to the rescue with only one choice to help her, but she's not so sure she wants to trade in her humanity for a souped-up existence with strings attached.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCrescent Moon Studios, Inc.
    Release dateOct 1, 2015
    ISBN9781519969156
    Speck of Spice (Vampire Soul, Book Three): Vampire Soul, #3
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    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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      Speck of Spice (Vampire Soul, Book Three) - Mac Flynn

      Speck of Spice

      Speck of Spice

      Vampire Soul, Book Three

      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

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      1

      Fall weather always brought more than just the cold. It also brought a cold, namely the one that was trying to make me wish I could unscrew my nose and give it a good rinsing.

      I stood over the coffee pot with my eyes encrusted with gunk and my temperature on its way to a warmer place. Behind me in the diner was a group of ravenous truckers that more closely resembled wolverines than humans. I swore every plate I dished out came back with gnaw marks around the edges.

      For myself, all I wanted to do was curl up with one of Ralph’s famous apple pies and pretend to die. I’d been nursing a head-cold for a weak and now I knew why I’d never gone to med school. The cold was winning all the battles and the tissues were piling up in the waste basket behind the counter.

      You don’t look so good, Candy commented. She stood near the swinging kitchen doors with her coat on and one foot already in her car.

      I’ve got this going for me. If I die Ralph can just cook me up with the rest of the unknown meat and call it sassy food, I quipped.

      She wrinkled her nose. Thanks for reminding me why I don’t eat on the job. Anyway, I heard they finally dropped the investigation into your aunt and uncle.

      I sniffled. Yeah. The police said they didn’t have anything against them.

      Maybe Brady’ll show up soon and get his truck out of the impound, she suggested. That didn’t seem likely since it’d been a few months since the welcome-home party at my aunt and uncle’s farm. Besides, the only way he’d show up was if my aunt brought me the flower pot she stuffed his ashes into. Anyway, good luck and see ya tomorrow.

      Maybe, I half-heartedly agreed. Whole-hearted agreement took more energy than I could dish out right then.

      Candy waved to me and I flopped my hand back at her. She left me to fend for myself against the constant onslaught of calls for more coffee and fries. Ned was one of the loudest of the bunch.

      Come on, Misty, get moving. We’re dying of thirst here, he growled.

      I sneezed into the pot, grabbed the handle, and turned to them with a smile.

      Coming, I cooed.

      I poured out their tasty surprises and listened in to their conversations. They were a better source of road gossip than a biker grandma.

      So anybody hear from Brady? one of the men spoke up.

      Ned shook his head. Nope, but I suspect he’s a victim of one of them vampires that’s got around here now.

      You heard anything new? another asked Ned.

      Ned straightened on his stool and gravely nodded. He looked as dignified as a mummy, but with extra wrappings around the waist. I hear some things.

      Come on, Ned, ya gotta tell us, the first man insisted. We don’t want to be driving into one of them places.

      You’re going to have a hard time driving near this place, Ned commented. I heard from one of the women at the Depot in Northton that there’s been some pretty eerie things going on in the abandoned industrial park. You know, the one all those city-folk invested in before they went belly-up in the recession.

      Isn’t there just some buildings there? one of the men wondered.

      Ned gave a nod. Yeah, but that’s all a vampire needs. Just one building with a roof over their heads.

      And a hot shower. . . I murmured.

      Ned glared at me. What’s that?

      Want more hot coffee? I rephrased.

      Ned pushed his mug towards me. Don’t mind if I do. Now where was I?

      Telling us about the park, one of his lackeys. By this time he had half the diner’s attention. The other half were dozing in their seats.

      As I was saying, there’s been shadows seen there by some of them dumb kids who go there to spray paint the place, Ned explained.

      How come I haven’t read it in the paper? a man spoke up.

      Because them kids don’t want the police to know they’ve been trespassing, Ned pointed out. "But the Depot women got kids who go out there,

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