There Are No Vampires In This Book by Megan Bailey
Series: Standalone
Genre: Young Adult
Publication Date: June 2,
2015
TARYN HAD NEVER BEEN NORMAL.
She wasn't like other girls- not after that night, that thing, took her parents from her. She made it
through hospitals, doctors, and therapy by playing by their rules and saying all the things they wanted to
hear. But, inside, she held on to the truth.
She knew what she saw.
SHE SPENT HER TEEN YEARS PREPARING IN SECRET
With her two closest friends at her side, she dedicated herself to a mission. She would train and she
would hunt. When the time came, she would be ready. No one she loved would be hurt by one of those
monsters ever again
But with high school behind them, new found freedom comes with new responsibilities and new
problems. Instead of weapons and self defense classes, she now has jobs and bills. The relation-ship
with her best friend was suddenly shifting into new, scary territories. How could she take down bad guys
if she couldnāt get her own life in order?
AND THEN THERE WAS HIM.
A mysterious stranger who pops up in suspicious places and throws off all sorts of bad vibes. His face
now starred in her regular nightmares and plagued her thoughts in the day. Was she overreacting? Or,
was this finally the monster she had been waiting for? As the scars of Tarynās past rise up to haunt her,
she begins to question herself. With her mission faltering and her friendship off kilter, would life ever be
the same again?
Would she ever be the same?
EXCERPT She hit him with a cushion. āShut up and play the game.ā āTruth or dare?ā Aiden asked, his tone resigned. āDare. Iām not letting you mock my truths.ā She leaned forward and started to mix another drink. One she definitely didnāt need but was having anyway. She wasnāt thinking about this lonely dramatic stuff anymore tonight. Even if she had to drown it. āI dare you to kiss the first guy you lay eyes on.ā Aiden bolted forward with his announcement, but she was faster. Taryn squeezed her eyes shut instantly. āNice try, goofball.ā āOh, thatās not fair,ā he grumbled. āShould have worded it better,ā she mocked him in a singsong voice. Eyes still closed, she raised her glass, a little wobblier than before. āLetās make a toast. To being losers together on a Friday night.ā Instead of a tap of his can to her drink, she felt his fingers slide across the sides of her face and tangle into her hair. Her eyes popped open and locked on his, just inches away. āGotcha,ā he said in a low voice. Before Taryn could gasp, his mouth covered hers. It was no gentle, hesitant brush of the lips like she would have expected. No, Aiden met her with a firm, warm pressure that melted her insides like chocolate. His fingers in her hair tightened, sending electricity zinging through her. The drink in her hand was forgotten and slipped to the floor. Neither of them seemed to notice. He ran his tongue across the seam of her lips, asking, and the room tilted. She opened for him. His teeth caught her lower lip and tugged, lightly. She could have sworn she felt the tingle right down to her toes. He pulled back, dragging his lips against hers in a slow caress. They sat there in the silence, eyes wide. Her head swam and her heart raced. Her scalp tingled where his fingers still pressed into her hair. Those eyes of his had turned to that shade of rich, dark blue. They trailed back down to her lips, which felt a little swollen. From kissing him. Aiden. Heat blossomed through her belly. That just happened. But, for once, she wasnāt running a million thoughts through her head, worrying each one to death. She wasnāt thinking at all. Her panicky, loud brain was turned off, leaving something dark and hungry at the reins. Taryn wasnāt going to question it. Not tonight. She grabbed Aidenās shirt and pulled him back down to return the kiss. Somewhere in her head, it registered. She was kissing her best friend. And it was amazing.
Megan
Bailey
Megan Bailey is a novelist and short story author. When not writing, she loves
playing video games for way too many hours and reading everything she can get her hands on. Megan is
married to her own wise-cracking, romantic hero. They live in Central Illinois with their two
devious/darling daughters and three furbabies: Minna the boxer dog, Logan the black cat, and Gimli the
dwarf bunny. You can keep up with Megan at www.MeganBaileyBooks.com
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