Reluctantly Undead by Rayne Rachels ♥ Book Tour & GIVEAWAY ♥ (Paranormal Romance)

Reluctantly Undead (Reluctantly Undead, #1)

Ember Winterstone is not having a good night. She wakes up in a dumpster. Her neck hurts where her date used her as a meal. Vampire hunters chase her, and the other vampires think she is the real queen, especially since she is a day walker, eats food, drinks almost no blood, and stands up to Zophia, the psycho vampire queen.

Ember’s problems have just begun.

Her mother has kept a couple of major secrets from her, the two men who make Ember drool refuse to claim her, and the psycho vampire queen decides Ember must die.

I looked around.

My brain started functioning, and it dawned on me.

I was in a dumpster—a stinking, nasty, filthy, rotting trash-filled dumpster!

I couldn’t believe it. I mean, how did I get in here? I didn’t exactly climb in willingly. I can’t even stand opening the large green trash can when I take out the trash at home. The smell—especially in summer—is enough to gag a maggot! My climbing into the dumpster on my own was off the list of possibilities.

I sniffed and looked down.

My jeans!

There was no way I was going to get the ode de trashcan funk out of my jeans.

I groaned.

I just bought them, and they fit good…really good! It’s not easy finding jeans to fit a size 16 frame, especially with a butt like mine.

I was pissed.

Someone was going to pay for them, just as soon as I figured a way out of the gross, over-sized tin can in which I was buried.

Glancing around, I sighed. The dumpster was only half-full, so getting out probably wasn’t going to be easy.

Pulling myself into a sitting position was an act of Congress, but standing? That had me clueless.

I pushed and shoved stuff out of my way. I started to groan when I heard a sound. At least, I thought I heard something. I got really still and waited.

Nothing.

I started to take to move again.

“Are you sure she’s dead?”

I froze.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” replied a second male voice.

What the hell, my eyes widened and my heart pounded against my rib cage.

“It just sounds strange that she died like that. Maybe she just fainted,” suggested the first voice.

“She was dead. I waited an hour. No pulse. No heartbeat. She was dead. I tossed her into the dumpster.”

Rayne Rachels lives in Texas with her husband and two very demanding cats. When she isn’t creating stories, she can be found reading and honing her photography skills. Rayne enjoys taking road trips, especially to the coast where she fishes every chance she gets. She also enjoys visiting flea markets and playing poker.