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    When It Comes: Vampire Assassin League, #31
    When It Comes: Vampire Assassin League, #31
    When It Comes: Vampire Assassin League, #31
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    When It Comes: Vampire Assassin League, #31

    By Jackie Ivie

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    THE LAW

    Detective Mitch Hartnett's a 4th-generation cop.  Works undercover.  His world is set.  Structured.  No nonsense.  No leeway.  He's martial arts trained.  Arrogant. Cocksure.  But when a pick-pocket filches his badge during a sting, he discovers a lot more than a beauty in a corset...  

    THE THIEF

    Adelaide came from the Edwardian era.  Early twentieth century.  She was British-born.  Street-wise.  Lived by her wits and her agility.  She's especially leery of cops.  With good cause.  They're the reason she became a vampire in the first place.  And her opinion hasn't changed since.

    LOVE, ARRESTED

    Arresting a pick pocket turns Mitch's life into chaos.  It starts with busted cuffs and stolen ID as she escapes.  Escalates when the fingerprints she left get traced to improbable cold case files.  Gains traction with how she mesmerizes him every time he lets his guard down.  She's worse than an addiction.  She's turning his nights into fantasy-filled dreams.  But then she comes to him... 

    And makes them real.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJackie Ivie
    Release dateJul 29, 2016
    ISBN9781939820808
    When It Comes: Vampire Assassin League, #31

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      When It Comes - Jackie Ivie

      CHAPTER ONE

      Plastic.

      Plastic.

      Plastic.

      Didn’t anyone carry cash anymore?

      Adelaide pitched billfolds into the trash bin with a flick of her wrist in a desultory gesture. Everyone carried a lot of debit or credit cards. Hardly any cash. What she did find was little bills. She’d never reach her goal. This was the worst total she’d ever achieved. That sent a little flash of anger through her.

      She told herself it wasn’t her fault.

      This was her third trip to the bin, waiting around until nobody noticed her anymore. That’s what made a good pick-pocket - the ability to mesh in with any crowd. Flit about, almost unseen. An inadvertent touch barely noted, if at all.

      And just as easily forgotten.

      Without watching, she sifted through her bag for another wallet. This one was promising. It was a large flat one. Thick. She even remembered the geeky fellow she’d taken it from, while avoiding a drunken embrace. She kept her hand down by her hip as she flicked the leather open and scanned for greenbacks. Glanced down.

      Ah.

      The geek had carried several hundred dollars. In twenties.

      Nice.

      Addie fished the cash out, tucked the bills into a special pocket of her skirt, and chucked the wallet into the bin, all the while keeping an eye on the immense crowd. Mostly moving. Swaying. Completely ignoring their peril. They were at her mercy.

      That was entertaining. Just like always.

      Addie had worn her dark maroon corset tonight. Atop a brocade ankle-grazing skirt. It matched the large drawstring bag she carried on her arm. That bag bulged with her spoils this time. She’d loaded it with at least four women’s clutches, and three times as many men’s wallets before coming to the trash area. The women’s clutches were easy to clip free where they dangled off a shoulder or arm. Men’s wallets were even easier. She’d filched mainly from back pockets, but a few she’d snagged from inside a jacket - just for sport.

      Picking pockets was like any other talent. If you didn’t practice, the ability grew rusty and might even disappear. Adelaide was an ace pick-pocket. It had kept her fed and sheltered when she’d lived. Nowadays, it provided entertainment...and a touch of what could be satisfaction. She’d pilfered nearly two-hundred thousand dollars at a football game once. But that was back in the early-1960s. Before all this credit stuff. When gatherings of people equaled lots of cash.

      There was a big crowd at Red Rocks tonight. Addie wasn’t attending for the music, however. The camaraderie. Or the view. She actually wasn’t there to pick pockets, either. Red Rocks, Colorado was a natural amphitheater, perfect for musical performances. It was extremely picturesque, with cliffs that bounced sound. And it held sizeable crowds. That’s what brought her down from Breckenridge. Any concert here was a blood feast for the taking.

      The opportunity to hone her talent was secondary.

      The managers must have booked a popular band this time. There was an enormous crowd bent on listening, dancing, imbibing, and smoking. Pure party atmosphere. Just like always. Whenever they held a music fest here, she could count on lots of inebriated prey. Easy. Entertaining.

      And with little recall later of how they might have gotten little puncture marks in their necks.

      As a vampire, she required fluid. She didn’t need to kill anyone to get it. Out here, they were more than eager to engage in random kisses with strangers. Even a bit of necking. She’d already taken blood from a couple of people. Snacked on drug-infused fluid. Gotten a dry mouth over the last fellow. That was probably from cocaine. She licked the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Yep. She didn’t have any moisture, not even enough to swallow. And then it occurred to her.

      She felt dry-mouth?

      Addie blinked. Stared at the mass of discarded billfolds in the trash bin. She was feeling sensation?

      It wasn’t possible. Not here. Or now. There was only one event that brought a vampire to life.

      One.

      They found their mate.

      She scanned the periphery again. Nobody stood out. Everyone appeared to have their backs to her and seemed to be caught up in the throb of drums, the deep tones of bass guitars, and the lead singer’s voice. Addie couldn’t decipher lyrics. Not with the way the singer screamed them. She shrugged. She must have been mistaken about the cotton-mouth. She stuck her hand into the bag again and pulled out another wallet. This was one odd-shaped. Square. She couldn’t remember where she’d taken it.

      This was weird.

      There was substance to it. Something bulky inside. Weirder still, was the tingling sensation that went through her palm while she stood there, weighing the item. Addie’s eyes narrowed. She stuck her thumb between the folds and tilted the wallet open. It wasn’t bright over here by the trash bins. Flashes of light from the stage show intermittently lit the area with a fireworks type blast. That wasn’t happening at the moment. But vampires didn’t need light.

      Because they were dead.

      Just as she’d been moments earlier.

      Un-death wasn’t optional. Vampirism didn’t equate to eternal life. It was a living death. Inside and out. Passionless. Emotionless. Existence akin to being a walking corpse. She’d been given the warnings although it hadn’t been necessary. Life had been one struggle after another. Being undead couldn’t be worse.

      Light glinted off metal edges. Numbers. A star shape.

      She’d filched a bobby’s badge.

      Oh. Fie! She hated cops. All of them. Any kind. A bobby was the reason she’d earned this un-death. As far as she was concerned they were all pretentious, egotistical, self-righteous bastards. And that’s if they were honest to start with. The very last thing she needed was a cop in charge of her destiny again.

      The thought was distressing enough her heart quivered.

      And then everything stopped.

      Because she felt it!

      Oh. My.

      Adelaide ran her thumb along the cross-grain leather surface with a sense of wonder attached to her motion. Heavens! The ridges weren’t deep, but she could actually feel them! All of them. She lifted the wallet to her nose. Sniffed. It even smelled like leather!

      It’s a badge, honey.

      Her heart gave a heavy thump as it dropped. Addie gasped. Spun. And then she had to look up. Way up. The speaker was tall. Massive. And hooded. Most of his face was in shadow. She caught a glimpse of full lower lip. Slight growth of whiskers on his jaw. A cleft in his chin. A sigh escaped her throat, but it intermingled with the sensation of another loud thump from her heart. That made two of them. A third followed. A fourth. Fifth.

      Her heart truly was beating!

      And it’s mine.

      He snatched the wallet thing from her with a quick motion. Shoved his arm behind him, and shuffled for a moment as he probably secured the thing in his back pocket. He held a set of linked metal rings in his hand when he brought it forward again. He dangled them before her eyes.

      And these here? These are cuffs.

      He opened one and moved, slapping it against her wrist. He had to glance down to finish. His hood fell farther forward, hiding more of his features, but the move pulled on the gray fabric of his attire, delineating his physique. Adelaide wasn’t tiny, but she wasn’t tall. She was a respectable five foot two, however. She felt and probably looked petite standing before him. He wasn’t small. He wasn’t flabby or loose, either. He had large, muscled arms. Shoulders.

      Oh, my!

      Oh, my!

      Oh, my!

      She had her mate! He’d just appeared one day like she’d been

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