Vickie: Dr. by day. Werewolf hunger by night (Book 2)

Vickie: Dr. by day. Werewolf hunger by night (Book 2)

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BOOK 2 OF THE EXCITING PARANORMAL ROMANCE THRILLER SERIES: VICKIE: Doctor by day. Werewolf Hunter by night... Just when things with the zombies looked like they were under control and behind them, Vickie Anderson's life goes topsy turvy when her true love, the very independent Dr. Peter Thomason, returns to Africa and werewolves appear. With the arrival of werewolves to her mountains, Vicki and her friends must figure out a way to deal with and eliminate them. To add to her stress, heartache, and confusion, friends who she thought were friends turn out to be enemies and new love is offered, but is she ready to trust and accept it? If you enjoyed book one of the Adventures of Vickie Anderson titled, VICKIE: Doctor by day. Zombie Hunter by night, don't miss reading book two! It's equally entertaining and even more sizzling.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The warmth of the morning sun caressing my face, arms, and legs while it competed with the cool morning breeze for dominance felt absolutely marvelous on my skin and soothing to my tense muscles.  I’d been up all night studying both ancient and modern texts to help me to understand and possibly find a cure for zombism.

After multiple lengthy conversations with my lover and fellow doctor, Peter, and my very good friend, Megan, - who was a wickedly knowledgeable witch and zombie hunter - I’d concluded that, like vampirism, zombism was caused by a virus.  My belief was reinforced by the fact that Peter had secretly given me an inoculation to prevent zombism – in a very sly and naughty way, I might add - before he felt comfortable and confident enough to share the facts about the world I was living in with me.

The inoculation consisted of a low dose of the vampire virus.  It wasn’t enough to turn me into a vampire – unless I died – but it was enough to provide my body with the immunity that vampires had to zombism. 

After serious and intense contemplation, Peter and I decided that, if a virus could be cured, then the zombie – or even the vampire virus, for that matter- had a cure out there somewhere.  We just had to find it.

Peter and I were alike in many ways.  We could be like a dog with a fresh and meaty bone once we sank our teeth into an idea.   Where we differed was with our opinion of which virus took priority.

Peter was determined to return to Africa and find a cure for vampirism, while I felt that zombism was a far more important virus to attack first. I believed in it so much so that I’d spent the entire night pouring through websites about Haitian Voodoo and zombie-creating technologies and doing my best to filter out the “ridiculous and bazaar” from the “makes sense” information.

Since I had patients that morning, I decided to refresh myself with a little morning glory and then go to bed early that night to compensate for the first all-nighter that I’d pulled since college.

I could hear Peter’s slippered feet padding out onto the back patio long before he said in a soft and sexy tone, “You never came to bed last night.”

“Time got away from me,” I said while I continued to revel in Mother Nature’s nurturing.

He grabbed a camp chair that was leaning against the side of the house and set it up next to me.  “Did you come up with anything good?”

“Nothing concrete, but I feel like I might be heading in the right direction.”

“I wish you’d reconsider your focus,” he sighed.

“If you’d stay here and help me, then we could both go to Africa and tackle vampirism.  We’d have the zombie cure with us as well,” I pleaded.  “We’d be able to tackle both, then.”

“The core of the vampire virus lies in Africa.  I need to get back there and get started.  I’m sick over the fact that it never entered my head to look for a cure until you brought it up.  I can’t even begin to understand why I was such a bubble brain and I can’t forgive myself,” he insisted in a soft and sexy tone that always gave me chills.  I probably would have initiated some lovemaking as a result of those chills if the topic hadn’t been such a serious one.

“Vampires are worldwide, are they not?” I asked.  “For heaven sakes, there are three of you in this very house.  I don’t see why you need to go to Africa.”

He leaned forward and took my hand.  I kept my eyes closed to hide the tears of frustration that were building up in them.  I hated the thought of being separated from him for so long.  The research could take years on both of our ends.

“I’m convinced that Africa is where vampirism originated.  I need to get to the heart of the disease and stop it.  Besides, I left some people back there to run my non-profit who are at risk of being infected; if they aren’t already.”  He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. “Come with me, my love.  We’ll do our research there, together.”

“What happens when we get back in a year?  Two years?  Five years?  I’d be abandoning my practice and my responsibilities.  I still have outstanding loans,” I whined.

He sat back and heaved a sigh. “Why can’t I be like the vampires in the romance novels?  They’re all stinking rich.  Then I’d pay off those damned loans and you wouldn’t have to worry about working unless you wanted to.”

“I’m surprised that you don’t still have a few loans hanging over your head.  Doctors Without Borders certainly didn’t pay enough to cover them and I can’t imagine your non-profit gives much better,” I mused and then gasped at my boldness in speaking something that I’d been thinking for months.

“My non-profit pays me less,” he smirked.  Then, with hesitancy, he added, “My family has money.  They paid for my education.” He chuckled wryly.  “Of course, they didn’t expect me to become a non-profit physician.  I was intended to become an oncologist and get rich off people’s cancer.”

“How pissed were they?”

“You mean, are they,” he corrected me.  “They’re still not speaking to me and have cut me off financially as a means of proving a point,” he said with a sad tone. “Of course, now that I’m afflicted with vampirism, I’ve stopped making overtures for their forgiveness.  I wouldn’t dare go to visit them.  My father would recognize something different about me within minutes.”

“I didn’t,” I said, “but, then, I hadn’t seen you in years and, when we did meet all those years ago, it was only briefly.”

“My father works in government.  He’s suspicious of everyone and anyone.  He’d scrutinize me from head to toe simply because I was out of the country doing – to quote him - “God knows what with God knows who”.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I sat up and raised my face to the sun.

“You’re really enjoying the morning’s glory, aren’t you?”

“I’m hoping to soak up enough sun to energize myself through the day.  I plan on hitting the bed early tonight.”

“Ha… not as resilient these days, eh doc?” he laughed.

I slapped his shoulder as I stood up and stretched in a cat-like manner.   “Do you want some breakfast?” I asked, after kissing him on the forehead and heading into the house.

“I do if it’s you,” he said, flirtatiously, as I dramatically swung my hips and giggled my way up the porch steps.

I didn’t expect to see his luggage resting, neatly, by the front door.  The shock of it made me stop in my tracks.  My heart throttled the back of my eyeballs as I turned to look at him.   He was leaning forward in his chair with his elbows resting on his knees and his eyes focused on his feet.

“There’s a cab on its way,” he said in a soft, dejected tone.

“You’re leaving already?” I gasped.

He lept up from the chair and walked steadily toward me. “I’ve never been good at long good-byes.  Besides, the sooner I leave, the sooner I’ll be back.”

“You let me stay up all night knowing that you were leaving this morning,” I said, incredulously.

“I didn’t realize that you’d do that.  I was waiting for you to come to bed and I fell asleep.  Stress does that to me,” he explained as he stood up and walked toward me.

“Damnit!  If you’re stressed, then why are you going?” I wailed as I flung myself into his arms and slapped his shoulders with the flat of my hands.  I wanted to beat some sense into him.

“I don’t want to go, but I must.  I can’t explain it.  I have people there who are dear to me.  I left them thinking that being away from them was for the best because I’d been infected, and I was afraid my being there would lure more to them.  I feel a panic inside of me that my actions might have been the wrong thing to do.  I should have stayed and protected them.  I should have stayed and found a cure.”

“Then, we’d never have connected,” I said.

“Yes,” he said as he kissed the side of my head.  “I can’t imagine life without you in it, my love.  You are my heartbeat, my breath, my very essence.”

“Then, stay,” I pouted against his throat.

“Please don’t make me feel any worse than I already do.  If you know nothing about me by now, you must know that it’s not in me to ignore the underdog.  I was with Doctors Without Borders until I started my own foundation.  I can’t not go.  You have to see that.”

“I do, and I hate it,” I said as he kissed me hard.

I knew that my boarders, Angela, and Evan, were home and could come downstairs at any moment, but I didn’t care. The love of my life was waiting for a cab to take him across the ocean for an indefinite period of time and I’d wasted my last night with him researching zombies.

The risk of getting caught in the throes of lovemaking might not have bothered me, but it did him.  He carried me up the stairs to the privacy of my bedroom and set me down on the unmade bed.  Our hands worked frantically to disrobe each other.  We needed to feel flesh against flesh.

His lips felt feverish with desire as they roamed my body, they stopped at my breasts and he suckled them possessively while his hands reached down to caress and explore my womanhood.  He teased me with his hot lips and his well-manicured fingers until I was beyond myself with desire before nestling his head in the apex of my thighs. The pleasure he expertly gave me took my mind off the fact that we’d soon be parted for a brief while.

When he finally entered me, he took me in a way that said so much more than words ever could.

Peter Thomason loved me, but he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t return to the people he’d left behind to run his non-profit health organization in Africa and do what he could to save them from vampirism. 

Admittedly, if I was in his position, I’d leave too.

Even so, that didn’t mean that I was happy about it.

As he lay next to my satiated nakedness and lightly stroked my flesh with the tip of his long, slender fingers, he professed his love over and over again. “I’ll be back soon, my love.  Don’t give up on me.”

“How backwards is this place that you’re going to? Do you have internet?”  I asked; thinking that we could at least talk over the web.

“I can access it in a nearby town,” he smiled. “Great minds think alike.  I was just going to suggest that we talk once a week.”

“Only once a week?” I said with surprise.

“Things are different there, my love.”

“I suppose,” I sighed.  Then, with a smirk, I leaned on one elbow so that my abundant breast fell onto his shoulder.  He rolled onto his side and, playfully, took my nipple into his mouth as I spoke. “Let’s make a contest of it.  Winner gets to control when and how we have sex for a month.”

He chuckled while he continued to suckle.  “I’m listening.”

“Your cure for vampirism against my cure for zombism,” I said as I pulled my nipple from his mouth and inserted the other one in its place.

“It seems to me like you already think you’ve won,” he said with a grin as he took his hands and cradled the breast I’d just presented to him before suckling it.

“Is it a bet?” I asked, breathlessly, as I rapidly lost focus on anything but my need to have him again.

“Deal,” he said with a deep throated voice as he tossed me on my back and took me with a gentle fervor that we both knew would have to last us for a very, very long time.

“You know,” I said in a sultry voice as we lay, satiated, in each other’s arms.  I lightly stroked his body and heaved a heavy sigh. “I never even thought of sex before I got with you.  Now, it’s all I think about.  What am I supposed to do when your gone?”

“You didn’t think of sex because you were an innocent virgin who hadn’t experienced and didn’t understand the ecstasy and pleasures of it,” he said with a smile as he slipped from my embrace and got out of bed.  “When we talk on the net, I’ll teach you things to do to hold you over until my return.”

I was still tingling from our lovemaking when the cab pulled up the drive and honked its horn.  I could barely see him slipping back into his clothes through the tears that I shamelessly let pour forth.  He kissed me long and hard, stood for a moment and looked at me as if he just might change his mind, and then rushed down the stairs to where his luggage awaited.

I silently sobbed while I listened to the trunk and doors of the cab slam shut before it carried the love of my life away from me.

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24 Chapters
Chapter 1
The warmth of the morning sun caressing my face, arms, and legs while it competed with the cool morning breeze for dominance felt absolutely marvelous on my skin and soothing to my tense muscles.  I’d been up all night studying both ancient and modern texts to help me to understand and possibly find a cure for zombism.After multiple lengthy conversations with my lover and fellow doctor, Peter, and my very good friend, Megan, - who was a wickedly knowledgeable witch and zombie hunter - I’d concluded that, like vampirism, zombism was caused by a virus.  My belief was reinforced by the fact that Peter had secretly given me an inoculation to prevent zombism – in a very sly and naughty way, I might add - before he felt comfortable and confident enough to share the facts about the world I was living in with me.The inoculation consisted of a low dose of the vampire virus.  It wasn’t enough to turn me into a vampire – unless I die
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Chapter 2
Although I was tempted to cancel all of my patients for the day and lay in bed with my head buried beneath the covers, I knew better.  Hadn’t I just used my business and bills as an excuse not to follow him to Africa?  I needed to be the responsible adult and tend to the life I’d just sacrificed the man I loved for.I’d had breakfast and was opening my office for the day when I realized that Peter and I hadn’t worked out a plan to talk once a week like we’d discussed.  My heart sank.  Our separation was off to a horrendous start.My first patient had entered the waiting room at the same time that Angela popped her head through the door that connected to the kitchen in the main house. “I don’t want to disturb you, but I need Peter.  Do you know where he went?”“Africa,” I sighed.“Pardon?”“He left for Africa this morning,” I sniffed. “
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Chapter 3
Elijah was lucid enough by the time I’d finished tending his wound and was cleaning up to hold an intelligent conversation with me.“It was bad, wasn’t it, doc?” he said in a soft tone.“How did it happen?” I asked.“I’ve got a farm about ten miles from here.  I heard the animals going crazy, so I went out to check on them.  This… thing… came at me from out of nowhere.”“Thing?” I said with confusion.“It was like a wolf, but it stood on its hind legs like a man and had long arms and huge hands with claws.  It was half-man, half-wolf… a werewolf.”“We had them back when I was a kid, but they were chased out.  It looks like they’re back,” Max said with a shake of his head.  “I was making my rounds when I found Elijah stumbling down the road all bloody and such.  I debated about bringing him h
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Chapter 4
When I finally opened my eyes to brave the world again, I discovered that I’d slept through the night and into the evening of the following day.  Trauma could be a debilitating thing.I wasn’t hungry, but I craved the taste of a fresh cup of coffee, so I slipped on a pair of sweat shorts and a tee shirt and headed downstairs.  I didn’t bother with panties, as I often went commando, and I decided against a bra, since it was dark out and I doubted that anyone would be in the kitchen at that hour.  Of course, the only person in the house that I needed to show a bit of modesty to was Evan and he barely came out of his little two room suite.As I pulled my lightweight tee shirt over my breasts, I cupped one of them and lightly squeezed the nipple while memories of Peter doing just such a thing overwhelmed me.  I stayed like that for an undetermined amount of time until my senses returned to me and I shook him from my brain.I qui
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Chapter 5
As I stood, naked, in his embrace, the realization of what we’d just done in the back of my house -for all the world to see- struck home.  I gasped with horrified dismay as I clambered for my clothes.“I can’t believe that we just did this out here,” I sputtered as I pulled my clothes on.  “What if someone saw?”He stood with his pants still down around his ankles and chuckled while he pulled me close again.   I could feel his warm, sex laden manhood against my body as his hand slid under my tee shirt and his thumb found my tender nipple.  I couldn’t believe it when my body started to respond again.  I clenched my thighs together as my stomach reacted to his suckling.  “I’ve been craving a taste of these bulbous beauties since the first day that we met,” he said as he squeezed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  “I wouldn’t care if we were in
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Chapter 6
I thought about how foolishly we’d behaved by ignoring the rawness that occurred to our body parts as we crammed in as much sex in as many diverse ways as we could think and perform as I watched Max walk toward the elevator in a way that told me that he was suffering.  He was going to the morgue so that he could sneak out of the house unseen.  I was equally as raw which resulted in my limping as I headed downstairs to the kitchen.  I had just enough time to have a cup of coffee and a bagel before my first patient would arrive.Rawness aside… I felt like I’d won a million dollars as I practically skipped off to the kitchen.  It had been my intention to have Max sex Peter right out of me and I felt he’d done a mighty fine job of it.“Well, you look happy this morning,” Angela mused with a raised brow as she poured coffee into a mug and handed it to me.  “You recovered from Peter fairly fast, I’d sa
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Chapter 7
I returned to my book.  More than ever, I was determined to get a handle on this werewolf situation.  Max may have been a shit about having sex and then dumping me, but his idea of finding a cure for werewolfism was a good one that I intended to work on.  Why not?  The zombie problem was no more and my contest with Peter was vapor.  Focusing on finding a cure for werewolfism was just the thing to focus my bruised and confused mind on.Angela stepped onto the porch just as I’d finished the in-depth description of the book’s werewolf; its looks, its habits, its laws. “I’m leaving tomorrow for about a week,” she said as she sat in the rocker next to me.“Evan told me,” I said. “Please be careful.”“Evan was here?” she said with a scowl.“For a minute, yes,” I replied.“He told you?”“Yes, he did,” I said, t
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Chapter 8
We spent the next hour talking men, good sex, and laughing together. Then, the topic switched to something more serious.“I discussed the werewolf situation with the sheriff.  He’s been asking some of the elders in the area about them.   Like him, I was just a girl when they were here before,” Megan said.  “I don’t remember much about them.”“You were raised around magic, weren’t you?” I asked.She nodded.  “We’re a magical family.”“It’s so difficult for me to wrap my brain around things sometimes.  I think it would have been easier before I went to medical school.  They’re so anti anything that isn’t science.”“It must make your brain wrestle at times.”I chuckled.  “I just had a visual of that.”“That must’ve been a doozy.”  She stood up and stre
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Chapter 9
After a moment of silent contemplation on both our parts, we turned to face the creature that lay stretched out on the gurney.“Should we call Max?” Megan asked.“Is he going to dissect that thing?” I asked with a hint of hostility.“If you want to be able to work with him, it might be a good idea to tone down the hostility and offer an olive branch.”“I don’t know why I need to be the one who offers one.”“You wouldn’t,” she muttered as she stepped up to the creature and cautiously inspected its face. “I can see a hint of human amidst this animal’s snout.”“Really?” I said as I rushed forward to stand next to her.  “Damn, it’s creepy looking.” My involuntary shudder emphasized my feelings.  “I’m a little sorry that Evan left.”“Are you really that dependent on Evan?” she asked
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Chapter 10
Since the creature was an enormous bulk of dead weight, Max had Megan and me fetch the gurney while he held vigil over its fallen body.  We took the elevator to the morgue; not because it was faster, but because neither of us trusted our legs to be steady enough to carry us safely down the stairs. Megan was just as shaken as I was by the ordeal.  She leaned against the wall of the elevator as we descended to the morgue while she focused on controlling her breathing.It surprised me to see her so shaken by the creature after the confident and courageous way that she’d battled the zombies, but I said nothing.  Who was I to comment or judge her reaction after the way that I’d just broken down into tears like a frightened little girl?She must have known my thoughts because she mentioned the fact that she’d fallen apart on her own.  She guessed that it stemmed from her childhood years when she’d witnessed the effects
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