What the Fangs – The Vampire Detective Book 2 by Arizona Tape and Laura Greenwood

What the Fangs
The Vampire Detective Book 2
By
USA Today Bestselling Authors
Arizona Tape & Laura Greenwood

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When she started her investigation, the last thing Lucy expected was to end up with an illegal slave in her kitchen, and a stirring hunger for blood. And that doesn’t even take into account the childhood-friend-turned-rival PI, the stubborn fiancé, or the eccentric inventor she has to deal with.

With the mystery deepening with each new discovery, Lucy uncovers a vampire underworld she never knew existed. All she has to do is decide whether she wants to be a part of it, or if she should help take it down.

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At the end of the end of ‘Fangs for Nothing’ Lucy received a present from William, a present she is not happy about. A blood slave he’d ordered while trying to one up Derek, before they reconciled that situation.

This books starts right at that point and she’s lying in wait for William with Jester in her lap. She more than a little pissed off and it shows.

This is a favorite scene.

The door opened and William stepped inside. Good. It was him.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” I said in the most menacing tone I could come up with.

He flinched, before relaxing slightly. “Blood clots, Lucy, you scared me.”

“That was the idea,” I mused. Jester hissed and finally freed himself from my grasp.

Alright then. At least he’d stayed for my big reveal.

“Why are you sitting in the dark acting like a Bond villain ?” he asked, a bemused note entering his voice.

“Pfft, please. Bond villains have nothing on me,” I countered.

“That doesn’t answer the question,” he pointed out.

“Alright then, how about I answer with a question of my own. Like, I don’t know, why the fangs is there a blood slave in my bedroom?” I rose to my feet and closed the distance between us, making sure a strict annoyed expression stayed plastered on my face.

William’s eyes widened. “Oops.”

“Oops?” I squeaked without meaning to. “Oops just doesn’t cover it, William. Why the fangs did you think I would want a blood slave? Do I seem like the type who wants anything to do with such an archaic practice?” Not to mention one that was so barbaric. In the past, blood slaves were just that. Slaves. Ones who would die by sustained blood loss.

Or by their master going a little overboard and draining them dry. Either or.

“I wasn’t thinking.”

I blinked a couple of times. He hadn’t been thinking? How the fangs was that possible?

“Do you have one?” I whispered, dreading the answer. If he thought this was the kind of gift that was okay, then I had to question other parts of his integrity.

“No, of course, I don’t…”

“Then why get me one?”

“I don’t know. I’d had a few too many gin and tonics and it seemed like a good idea. Nothing I could give you could live up to the presents Derek was sending.” He waved towards the piles of boxes that I still hadn’t opened.

“So you went from coffee filters to blood slave in a couple of drinks?”

He nodded sheepishly.

“Wow. I may need to take away your credit card next time you drink.”

“Maybe,” he admitted.

“What do we do with her now?” I asked.

“Send her back?”

I scoffed. “I’ve seen the adverts, William. A blood slave isn’t just for Christmas, you know.” I rubbed a hand over my face. How had I gotten myself into this situation? “Besides, I thought you were okay with me dating Derek?”

I certainly hoped he still was or we were going to have an awkward conversation about how I’d agreed to pay Derek for services rendered.

“I am. But I ordered her before we talked.”

“Ah. Not only did you order me a blood slave, but you passive aggressively ordered her.”

“Yes.” He shuffled back and forth, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Good. He should be.

“What do we do with her?” I asked, glancing over to the staircase.

“Where is she?”

“Where do you think she is? Still kneeling on my bedroom floor, the poor woman probably needs the bathroom, but I can’t very well let her move or do anything or I’ll claim ownership of her, and I don’t want that.”

“How do you know proper blood slave etiquette?” He cocked his head to the side.

“You’ve met my mother.” I thought that explained well enough.

“She supports blood slaves?” He seemed alarmed, which was amusing given what he’d done to support the blood slave industry.

“Not openly. But let’s face it, she probably has some.” And they were probably young men with more muscles than sense. “Does the woman upstairs know what she’s supposed to be doing for me?” A shudder rippled down my back even as I said it. The idea of using someone for that just didn’t sit right with me. The last thing I wanted was to kill someone.

“I think so. I don’t really remember.”

“I swear to Dracula, if you didn’t check she was ethically sourced, William, you are going to find yourself locked in a room full of garlic with the curtains open,” I threatened.

“You realise that would do no damage whatsoever?”

I threw my hands up in the air, done with him. “I know that, I’m a vampire too remember.”

“I did, that’s why I got you a blood slave.”

“I hope you checked she was B positive,” I muttered darkly. Even if I wasn’t going to actually use her as a blood slave, it would sting if he’d forgotten.

“I assume so…”

“Just how many gin and tonics did you have?” I shook my head.

“You know the bottle of Hendricks you had in the larder?”

“The full one?” I prompted, seeing where this was going.

“I wouldn’t call it full anymore,” he admitted sheepishly.

“And what would you call it?”

“Empty.”

I sighed loudly. “Oh, William, William, William, what am I going to do with you?”

“Marry me?”

Despite myself, I let out a small chuckle. “One day, but not yet.”

“Too many dates to go on first?” He winked at me.

“Stop trying to distract me from the fact you bought a blood slave,” I reprimanded. “You can’t get out of trouble that easily.”
Tape, Arizona; Greenwood, Laura. What The Fangs (The Vampire Detective Book 2). Kindle Locations (61-104). Twin Souls Publishing. Kindle Edition.

That’s just the beginning of this hilarious and intriguing tale. She goes on a date with Derek and finds he isn’t the one sending her all those ‘gifts’ that are piling up in her living room. They decide to go back to the house and see what’s in them. So not what she expected and William and Derek are getting along very well. She still has to find that darn watch and in her pursuit of that she runs into Watson again. Just what she needs more complications.

I certainly didn’t expect the twist this one took or the ending. I can’t wait for all of this to be solved.

5 Contented Purrs for Arizona and Laura!

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Laura is a USA Today Bestselling Author of paranormal, fantasy, and contemporary romance. When she’s not writing, she can be found drinking ridiculous amounts of tea, trying to resist French Macaroons, and watching the Pitch Perfect trilogy for the hundredth time (at least!)

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A creator at heart, Ari has always been in love with the idea of turning nothing into something. She wants to conquer the book world with stories that focus on inclusivity and diversity, writing what she likes to read. Whether it’s adventure or romance, dragons and vampires, or princesses and students, there’s something for everyone.

Born in China, raised in Belgium, and currently living in the United Kingdom with her girlfriend, Ari is a citizen of the world and loves discovering new cultures. Luckily, her crazy imagination lets her discover places she’s never been to, meet people that don’t exist, and talk to readers from all over the world.

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