Laney Stryker

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Laney Stryker is a pen name used by author Julie Kimbrell.
Julie lives in Arkansas with her husband and two children. She
loves to read but writing is her passion. Over the past two
years, Julie’s been honored by having numerous titles both YA
and Adult Romances published by various e-publishers.
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Cheyenne McAlister is a cancer survivor by day and
vampire slayer by night (in her dreams). When she answers a
peculiar employment ad in the paper, Cheyenne finds more
than she bargained for. Not only is the ad a trap, but she
meets Garrett Sims, who's also checking on the ad. She finds
herself intrigued by the boy, but ends up disappointed after
a miscommunication. Can Cheyenne get past what she learned
about Garrett? Will the two join forces and kick some
Vampire butt?
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EXCERPTS
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Though 8:30 a.m. doesn’t seem
early to most people, it is for me. Normally, I sleep until
noon, but yesterday Mom put the kibosh on that. “Cheyenne, it’s
time you got up off your ass and stopped feeling sorry for
yourself. You will get a job or else.”
That’s what she said to me. So, of course I wanted to make her
happy, and I set my alarm for 8:00 a.m. With the newspaper in my
hands and a steaming cup of coffee in front of me, I got busy.
Unfortunately, the classifieds caught my eye first, so that’s
where I started.
First thing, I found an announcement about Vampires that piqued
my interest, but had to flip the paper over quickly at the sound
of Mom’s voice. I scoured for the employment section, and found
big circles already drawn around certain ads. Mom already scoped
it out, which I should’ve expected.
“Cheyenne!” Mom’s voice rudely interrupted my thoughts. “Did you
find the paper I left on the table for you?” Her footsteps
clip-clopped down the hardwood stairs. “There were a ton of good
jobs in there today. I’ve circled the ones I thought you might
like.” She appeared in the kitchen and was hovering over me
within seconds.
I’d already found the one that interested me in the
Announcements, but I went along just to please her. “I’m reading
through them all first, then I’ll make a few phone calls.” The
unenthused tone must’ve given my mood away.
“Honey, I know you’d rather stay in the house and be a hermit
forever, but it’s time you moved on. The cancer is gone, and
you’re fine. Your beautiful hair’s finally grown out again, and
you look vibrant and ready to take on the world.”
“Thanks.” I didn’t want to get into another discussion about my
ridiculously low self-esteem and lack of interaction with people
my age.
She kissed my cheek. “Gotta get to the hospital. I’ll see you
tonight.”
“Bye.”
I waited until the door slammed and her car started before
flipping over the paper and staring at that the big bold
letters.
WE WANT YOU!
VAMPIRES ARE TAKING OVER THE TOWN
IF YOU WANT TO LIVE, JOIN US NOW!
INTERVIEWS MONDAY AT MIDNIGHT
WILL HEAVILY COMPENSATE VOLUNTEERS
No phone calls please
666 Dreary Lane
After reading the words over and over until I had them
memorized, I contemplated exactly what the ad meant. Did someone
have a vampire problem and need a hand getting rid of them?
Maybe it meant the complete opposite, which would’ve been a good
way for a vamp to lure some unsuspecting soul into his world
then suck the life right out of them. I assumed the latter since
the interview was at midnight.
I drained the coffee cup, then folded the page into fourths and
tucked it in the front pocket of my baggy camouflage utility
pants. Quickly, I brushed the dark, wavy hair that finally hit
my shoulders after a full year of occasional trims, and pulled
the auburn locks into a bun on top of my head. Running
downstairs, I remembered my old but loyal car had no gas, just
like my bank account had no money.
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