Beach Blanket Bloodbath (Amanda Feral Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

woman had already jumped from the stolen bike and
entered the building beside one of the mammoth ships. Wendy swerved to a stop
and we darted, throwing open the double doors just in time to see her disappear
through the TSA security line.
    Wendy approached the grim-faced agent
behind the podium and began to plead. “That woman you just let through, she's a
thief! She stole my...” she stumbled for words.
    “Face cream?” I suggested.
    “Drugs!” Abuelita howled.
    Her words seemed to have the opposite
effect as she'd intended, as we were forcibly removed from the building by a
trio of security guards, only one of which, a delicious islander of some sort,
muscled and lean, was even remotely edible and/or fuckable.
    “You want to take a ride with us—um,”
I leaned in to look at his badge. “Pinchy? Your name is Pinchy?”
    He mugged, ran his long fingers through
his thick black hair. I groaned. “I've got something you can pinch,” I said. “Two
actually.”
    “Or more,” Wendy said, snidely, her eyes trained
on the ship and the woman who'd stolen her stash. She stood at the railing
sipping from a coconut and holding the package up high like a trophy with her
other hand.
    “Where's this ship going, hon?” Wendy
asked, turning a bitter smile toward Pinchy and running her fingers across his
tan cheek.
    “It's a turnaround. They're going to L.A.
I think they might be stopping in San Francisco.”
    I could see the wheels turning in Wendy's
head. She glanced at me and shook her head, no.
    “What? I wasn't thinking anything.”
    “You weren’t thinking that we should jump
in the car and kill three birds with one stone on a bloodthirsty west coast
road trip?”
    “Oh yeah, I was totally thinking that.
Please can we?”
    Wendy looked off at the cruise ship
easing away from the dock and nodded slowly. “Maybe. I’ve got to make a few
calls. Rule out some territories. There’s no way she’s affiliated with the
Xhangzou Poltergeists in B.C., they don’t employ zombies. So it’s Cali. For
sure.” Her eyes narrowed viciously.
    I scrambled for my phone and texted Gil:

 
    It's
on. Book thing, wine country Vein Train, then S.F. and maybe L.A. for a
supernatural gangland murder. Wendy's on board. Good times.

 
 
 
 
 
Book One
Beach Blanket Bloodbath

 
 
    Behavior : N (needs improvement)
    Comment : Amanda, while obviously smart, is prone to
bouts of rash behavior. During the fall trimester alone she’s been unable to
refrain from biting…at the expense of three of her classmates. No skin was
broken, but I fear it’s only a matter of time. –Mrs. Helen Montclair

 
    —First
Grade Report Card
    Lapham
Elementary School

 
 
 
Chapter 1

 
    Gil’s
house on Queen Anne was a dilapidated monster—three floors of dandruffy clapboard,
loose brick and windows shuttered up tighter than old lady cooch. The porch
dimpled in the middle like the sagging back of a nag on its way to the dog food
factory and veils of tarp draped over the mossy roof giving the whole place the
look of a grieving mafia widow.
    “How is it possible that it looks worse
than the last time we were here?” Wendy shuddered, adding, “Yesterday.”
    The mansion had probably been a showpiece
in its time, but now it was the kind of place that made home renovation show
hosts either cream their collective panties or run, windmill-armed in the
opposite direction. The disheveled look was overkill considering it was
entirely manufactured. The house had been gorgeous when Gil bought it. Gil
claimed the work he’d put into the place was “distressing”—I’ll
say—like holey-kneed worn-in jeans that you pay extra for so people think
you have someone to get on your knees for. Of all the houses on the street,
Gil’s was most likely to be compared to a used up hooker.
    And he liked it like that.
    People, for the most part stayed away,
except for the obsessed. Gil had started his own rumors about the place at
every supernatural