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A Fashionably Dead Christmas (Hot Damned #5)
Author: Robyn Peterman

Chapter 1

“Absolutely not. You will return every bit of that crap,” I informed Martha and Jane.

I cautiously poked through the pile of gifts they very mistakenly assumed they were giving to my child for Christmas. Half of the stuff looked like it could blow up the compound.

There was no way in Hell I was permitting them to give my baby slash toddler son a do-it- yourself volcano kit, a set of razor sharp throwing stars, or an air soft gun with bullets and a charger. The crowning jewel was something that looked disturbingly like a teddy bear shaped grenade, though I couldn’t confirm it for certain.

The old biddies were smoking crack if they thought any of this shit was going to fly.

Samuel, my eight-month old baby, who was roughly the size of a four year old, did enough damage on his own without any explosive paraphernalia to aid him. His natural abilities came with the territory of being a half Vampyre-half Demon.

“Return it? No can do,” Martha informed me in her outdoor voice as she adjusted her saggy bosom.

Her choice of clothing was nightmare inducing—a horrific lime green sequined tube dress. With the way the light from the chandelier illuminated it, it was all I could do not to squint at the fashion disaster.

“Not gonna happen, Boobs McHootieland,” Jane told me with a curt nod of her head. It caused the blood red tinsel wreath with tiny blue ornamental balls in her sparse hair to angle dangerously to the left. She resembled a deranged Christmas tree.

And to ensure sleepless nights, Jane was wearing a matching lime green sparkly knee length boob tube.

Ignoring her creatively disgusting slam at my knockers, my eyes narrowed to slits and my fingers began to shoot sparks. Today was not the day to fuck with me. I was certain I’d made an enormously destructive mistake earlier by inviting my entire extended family for Christmas. I was not going to deal with two sexually ambiguous old Vampyres telling me no.

Not a day went by that I didn’t regret having the conservative, bat shit crazy, boob obsessed, name calling old bags turned. If they hadn’t saved my precious son’s life, I’d consider removing their heads myself. However, if they insisted on giving gifts from Hell, all bets were off.

“I’m sure I didn’t hear you assmonkeys correctly,” I said through clenched teeth and around something that barely passed for a smile. “This shit goes back to the store today. If you don’t do it, I will.”

“Well,” Martha stalled as she glared at Jane. “We don’t exactly have the receipts.”

“And that would be because?” I asked.

“Because Dipshitballbrains stole all of it,” Martha tattled.

“You dared me, sow mamma,” Jane grunted and punctuated her remark with a left hook to Martha’s head that caused her wreath to go flying off.

I watched in horror as they participated in a bitch fight that left each of them balder than they’d been only moments before. Briefly I wondered if I left the room right then if they’d kill each other. Samuel’s love for them and my stupid conscience were the only things that stopped me from testing my theory. As much as I wanted to string them up, I secretly kind of sort of liked them.

“Enough,” I shouted. They froze mid body-slam. “Both of you idiots have money. Why in the Hell are you stealing things?”

“You tell her,” a bleeding and bruised Jane grumbled as she spit out a hunk of Martha’s hair.

“I’m not gonna tell her. You tell her,” Martha said as she got one last outstanding noogie in on the top Jane’s head.

“Let’s just get Mikey,” I snapped.

They stared at me blankly. “What? You never watched cereal commercials?” I asked.

Again with the blank stares. Whateverthefuck.

“I’d better tell her before she confuses us with more random pop culture bullshit from her fleeting youth,” Martha said. “Jane, pull up your dress. I can see three fourths of your left titty.”

If I could have puked, I would have, but Vampyres were not afforded that luxury. Instead, I stared at the ceiling for twenty-three seconds before I gave them a glare that made them take cover.

“Spill it,” I said as I waited impatiently for them to lie out of their boney asses.

“Well, you see… um… we were playing an innocent game of poker with Ronald Regan,” Martha started.

“Ronald Regan?” I repeated.

“Yes. Ronald Regan. The fortieth president with an ass you could bounce a quarter off of,” Jane confirmed as I gagged.

“And that was certainly a fucking stupid move,” Martha said with an eye roll. “Nancy cold cocked Jane with a hell of a punch for such a tiny thing.”

“This is true,” Jane agreed. “She does have a tremendous rack though.”

Martha nodded in agreement and I considered cold cocking both of them.

“Ronald Regan is dead and Nancy Regan is not,” I said stating the obvious.

“This is also true,” Jane said. “We played in Purgatory.”

“Um, okay… that still doesn’t explain how Nancy was there,” I said.

“Vampyre,” Jane whispered with big round eyes.

“Holy shit,” I shouted. “Nancy Regan is a fucking Vampyre?”

“Yes, but it’s a well-kept secret,” Martha said nodding solemnly.

Actually, it made bizarre sense…

“They live in Purgatory?” I asked confused. No one lived in Purgatory. The elevator music was enough to make even the most pious choose Hell.

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