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whether or not the meet and greet party was going to pay off and save me from massive refunds. Or Esther and the bloody couch.
    Especially Esther and the bloody couch.
    Rather, I was basking in the glow of wicked hot sex.
    I pulled Ty’s pillow on top of my head, drank in his scent and pretended all was right with my world. In a matter of seconds, I was fast asleep.
    Hey, sometimes it pays to be a vampilicious optimist.

W hen I cracked open an eye late that afternoon, I fully expected to find the bed beside me empty.
    What I didn’t expect was my mother, live and in color, looming over me.
    “Ma? What are you—” The words stalled in my throat as I cast a frantic glance at the tangle of sheets next to me just to make sure I hadn’t imagined Ty going AWOL again.
    Sure enough, the bed was empty.
    Thankfully.
    Not that I wanted a one-sided relationship with a made vampire who couldn’t commit. But we were still in the honeymoon phase, so I was willing to hang in there and see where things might lead. Just because, you know, I’m the curious sort who likes to experience afterlife and all that it has to offer.
    All right, already. I’m the hopeless romantic sort with a weakness for happily-ever-afters, particularly my own.
    I simply could not live with myself for the next trillion or so years if I didn’t at least give him a chance. Even if I did have the unnerving feeling that I’d latched onto a bona fide commitment-phobe.
    On top of that, I was born and he was made, and Ash was one hundred percent right. My mother was going to freakin’ freak.
    But not just yet.
    While I wanted my mother in-the-know when it came to my relationship with Ty, finding out about the man your only daughter is boffing and actually catching them en boff were two very different things.
    I gathered the sheet up under my arms, struggled to a sitting position and tried to look innocent.
    My ma could sniff out the dreaded G faster than a werewolf could locate the nearest barbeque joint. I drew a deep breath (hey, it helps the average human) and tuned out the Ack! She is so going to kill me! I ignored the heat creeping up my neck and focused on the zillion questions inspired by my ma’s sudden appearance.
    Why?
    What?
    When?
    Where?
    Cartier?
    My gaze snagged on the pearl and diamondchoker that encircled my mother’s slim neck. I forgot my mental inquisition and drank in the vampire standing beside my bed.
    Jacqueline Marchette was rocking it in a pair of gray Armani tailored pants, a black silk shell and a fitted red Marni jacket that accented her tall, svelte figure. Her long dark hair was swept back in a chic ponytail. Dark eyeliner rimmed rich brown eyes framed with perfectly arched eyebrows. High sculpted cheekbones, a delicate nose and flawless skin betrayed her pure bloodline. She smelled of cherries jubilee, Chanel No. 5 and determination.
    Uh-oh.
    “How’d you get in here?” I blurted.
    “I’m a vampire, dear. I have ways.”
    My gaze ping-ponged toward the heavy-duty blinds to my left. “You levitated through the window?”
    “Don’t be silly. I don’t levitate when I’ve got a perfectly comfortable pair of Jimmy Choos to walk in.”
    “You used your super-strength to break the lock on my front door?”
    “And risk a three hundred dollar Belgian manicure? Darling, please.”
    “You morphed into a whiff of smoke and seeped through the cracks?”
    “And risk smelling like the inside of your father’s favorite pipe? Stop being overly dramatic, Lilliana. I slipped your building super a few fifties.” She held up a key. “It’s a capitalist society, dear. Money trumps vampire magic every time. Provided you have money,of course.” She fingered the edge of my bedsheet and stared down her perfect nose. “Cotton poly blend?”
    My defenses went on full alert. “These are Egyptian cotton. Sort of.” She shook her head and I stiffened. “The good sheets are dirty. I haven’t made it to the Laundromat yet.”
    “Well,