"These days my life is a cross between preternatural soap opera and an action adventure movie. Sort of As the Casket Turns meets Rambo."
The first hit man came after me at home,
which should be against the rules. Then there was a second, and a third.
Eventually, I found out that the word on the street was that Anita Blake,
preternatural expert and vampire killer extraordinaire, was worth half a million
dollars. Dead, not alive. So what's a girl to do but turn to the men in her life
for help? Which in my case, means a alpha werewolf and a master vampire. With
professional killers on your trail, it's not a bad idea to have as much
protection as possible, human or otherwise.
But I'm beginning to wonder if two monsters are better than one...