Dead Man's Curves (BBW Vampire Paranormal Erotic Romance) [KOBO ED] Read Online Free

classical planes. The dark, glossy hair hanging around his forehead and ears took on a golden sheen in the glow of the passing streetlights, and his eyes watched everything passing by the window with alert interest as though he were cataloging each change in the world and filing it away for later.
    Chloe could appreciate that. She did the same thing. Except for today. Today everything had been thrown off balance. The vampire, now that the initial shock of him had worn off, had been the least of it, honestly. He followed rules. She didn't know what they were yet, but she knew they were there. If she could discover them, she could use them. It was comforting.
    After they had been five minutes in the car the awkwardness was unbearable. The campus—Sendhurst College in rural Iowa—was situated in a small town that was essentially the college, a collection of farms, bars, strip clubs and a heavy equipment manufacturing plant. The local Walmart—the only place that could even hope to be open at nine o'clock on a Thursday night—was fifteen minutes down the local two lane highway. The vampire's silence was that of... well, there was no polite way to put this: of the grave. He didn't move and didn't breathe. Only the jostling of the car over the bumps and dips of the ill-maintained highway lent him movement. His clothes were still falling apart, shedding dust all over her car's interior, and it was going to be a long, long drive if they didn't talk.
    "So do you have a name?" she blurted finally.
    The vampire stirred from his stillness, turning his head very deliberately to look at her. "Of course I do," he said. He fell silent.
    "You want to tell me what it is?" Chloe said.
    "I don't mind. You didn't ask what it was," the vampire replied. Ah. Pedantic as well as a meticulous observer. Despite herself, she found herself warming up to him. Dammit. "My name is Gabriel."
    Mm. Gabriel. Of course. He looked like an angel. Why not have an angel's name? "It's nice to meet you, Gabriel," Chloe said, and it was only half a lie. "My name is Chloe Banks."
    "Charmed," the vampire replied. The word buzzed like a plucked cello string in his throat, and Chloe tried not to think about how delicious it sounded.
    Predator , she reminded herself. He's a predator. You are the prey. Stop getting hot and bothered over a reanimated corpse.
    If only said reanimated corpse didn't have such pretty eyes. Hands. Eyes and hands. And legs.
    Chloe tore her gaze away from him and focused on the dark, unlit highway ahead of her. “Where have you been for the past... eighty years?”
    “What year is it?”
    “Twenty thirteen.”
    “One hundred and one years,” he said. “Where have I been for the past one hundred and one years, you mean. And the answer is, rotting in a hole in the ground.”
    Chloe tried not to show her surprise, but she couldn't help but inhale sharply. A hundred and one years? He'd been buried in nineteen twelve? The same year the Titanic went down, she remembered.
    Well. That sort of answered one question: if he'd been shut away for a hundred years, then he was clearly suffering from an extended case of blue balls and the first vaguely female thing he found had set off his long-dormant cock. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Of course he wasn't attracted to her, he was just glad to find pussy.
    Why did that thought hurt so much?
    She shoved it away and tried to focus on the matter at hand. Which was... oh yes. A hundred years. “If I may ask, why, uh, did you take such an extended leave of absence?”
    “It wasn't my choice.” His voice snapped like whip. “I was betrayed. And now that I have been freed, I will seek my vengeance. After procuring suitable clothes, of course.”
    Whoah , Chloe thought. Common plot device—actual occurrence? It wasn't surprising that a small community of superhumanly powerful immortals would have a bit of drama to keep the centuries interesting. She filed away this tidbit. “Who betrayed