Gemma Halliday - Fearless in High Heels

The sixth book in the Maddie Springer series, 2011

I watched as the dark figure moved through the forest. Mist swirled at his feet, the glow of the full moon above casting shadows across his beautifully sculpted face, his black hair curling over his ears in the damp night air as he stalked his prey. She stood, unsuspecting, on the other side of the clearing. A dark-haired woman, her back to him, her slim, pale neck exposed to the chilling night.

He spotted her. Then he smiled, showing off a pair of sharp, white fangs against his full lips.

I sucked in a breath, pulling my feet up to my chest.

Then I watched in horror as, in an instant, he was hurtling through the darkness toward the woman.

I covered my eyes with both hands. I cant look. Hes gonna bite her, isnt he?

Dana sighed next to me. Yes. Again.

I pulled my Snuggie up over my head. Tell me when its over. I burrowed into the pillows on my sofa where my best friend, Dana, and I were indulging in chocolate covered popcorn and hot cocoa while watching Moonlight, last summers biggest blockbuster movie. Id read all the Moonlight books but had made myself wait to see the movie until Id finished the last one in the series. Which, as of this morning, I had. And I had to admit, it was worth the wait. The actress playing Lila was totally convincing as the nave teenager who inadvertently falls in love with a local vampire.

Dana shifted beside me. God, I hate this part, Maddie, she whined.

I peeked over the edge of my pink Snuggie at the screen. Lila was falling into the arms of her vampire would-be lover, Daniel, as his lips gently grazed her neck.

Know what? I dont think hes biting her. I think its just a kiss, I pointed out.

Yeah, thats the problem. Dana crunched down hard on a piece of chocolate covered popcorn. Which was a sure sign she was upset. Dana never ate chocolate. Ever. Her body was a temple that ran on wheat grass, tofu, and mass amounts of exercise. Shed worked as an aerobics instructor, a Pilates instructor and a CrossFit trainer. Chocolate was to Dana was like garlic to Daniel and Lila.

You okay? I asked.

Peachy. I love watching my boyfriend kiss other women, she said, heavy on the sarcasm.

Sorry. I put a hand on her arm. But you know its just acting, right?

Dana didnt answer, instead grabbing another handful of popcorn.

While I was caught up in the fantasy of the Moonlight world, Dana was stuck in the reality of it. Namely the fact that the sexy vampire currently caressing Lilas neck was actually Ricky Montgomery, Danas boyfriend of the last two and a half years. While Ricky was no stranger to Hollywood, having begun his career as the hunky gardener on TVs prime time soap, Magnolia Lane, Daniel was the biggest part hed landed yet, the Moonlight phenomenon launching him from TV hottie to teen idol overnight. Something Dana was not overly thrilled with. Not only had reviewers commented numerous times on the undeniable chemistry between Daniel and Lila who was actually played by Ava Martinez, the sultry new member of the young Hollywood elite but the last time Dana had gone to Starbucks with Ricky, no less than three women had asked Ricky to sign their boobs.

Not that Dana had anything to worry about, as far as I could tell. She was herself now an actress slash model slash Lover Girl cosmetics spokeswoman (her latest gig) who was blonde, stacked, and toned from head to toe. If Barbie ever needed a body double, Dana was your gal.

But I guess even Barbie might have issues with watching Ken smooch another girl.

I dont get all this vampire fascination, Dana mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest and scowling at the screen as Daniel sunk his teeth into Lila, giving her the eternal kiss of night.

Youre kidding, right? I responded, looking away as I grabbed a handful of popcorn. Are we watching the same movie? Vampires are sexy.

Whats so sexy about drinking blood?

I paused. Okay, she had me there. Its not the blood thing, I countered. Its that theyre mysterious. Dark. Forbidden. The ultimate bad boys. Besides, I said gesturing at the screen, you have to admit that Ricky looks hot in pale make-up.

Dana sighed. Yeah. I know. Too hot.

You know, there are worse things in the world than dating the guy every woman in America is lusting over, I teased her.

She threw a piece of popcorn at me, but smiled at least. Well, with any luck, after he finishes shooting the sequel there wont be any more Moonlight movies.

Aww, I whined before I could stop myself. Why not?

Rickys invested in this new club, and if it does well he said hell be able to slow down a bit with the acting. Which, she clarified, means more time with moi and less time with her.

Tell me about the club, I said to cover my disappointment at losing my new favorite film series.

Dana perked up, crossing her legs under her on the sofa. Its called Crush, and its got this totally chic little spot on Sunset. Apparently Rickys business manager suggested investing in it, so Rickys now something like a one-sixteenth owner. Im going to check it out tomorrow night. Oh! You should totally come with!

I bit my lip. Me? At a nightclub? Okay, a few months ago, I would have jumped at the chance to check out a hot new club from the cushy VIP section reserved for one-sixteenth owners. As a fashion designer, people-watching among Hollywoods nightlife was one of my favorite hobbies. Some of my best inspirations had come from the dance floors of L.A.s most fashionable clubs.

But recently something had come along to change all that. Okay, I guess you could say two somethings.

Number one: My husband, Detective Jack Ramirez, L.A.P.D. homicide. He was tall, broad shouldered, and built with all solid muscle. His hair was dark and always a week past needing a cut, his skin was a warm honey color year round, and his eyes were a soft brown when they crinkled with laughter at the corners and a deep, rich chocolate when he was in the mood for something a little more naughty. When a girl had a guy like that at home, what did she want to go out for?

And clearly wed been spending a lot of time in together as I now had a reason number two to stay home: The Bump. In about twenty-two weeks I was told that said growth would actually become a living breathing human, but at the moment, it was just The Bump, a basketball shaped growth under my favorite T-shirt. (Which, even though it was stretched to the max I refused to give up in favor of the tents that passed as maternity clothes. Whoever said that maternity wear was so much cuter now than in the past clearly had a very loose interpretation of the word cute.)

My first reaction to the two little lines on the pee stick had been surprise, then elation, then horror at the idea I was soon to be responsible for an entire life. Horror had settled into a dull sense of panic that I could most of the time smother with chocolate covered popcorn and hot cocoa, but it was still bubbling just below the surface enough that a nightclub wasnt high on my list of to-dos lately.

Dana must have seen the hesitation in my eyes as she looked down at The Bump too.

Come on, it would be good for you to get out, she said.

I dont know. It sounds like a normal person thing not a pregnant person thing.

Dana shot me a look. You are a normal person.

Im a whale.

Youre not that big.

My turn to shoot the look. I appreciate your dishonestly for my benefit, but I have mirrors. I know how big I am.