Monthly Archives: November 2010

Vamp: 7 Curt Introductions


Anatol’s brief message clarifies all. Dean had reviewed their term sheet and emailed his decline. Had he signed on with Anderson even before reading their alternative offer? Well, whatever happened, he’s got his capital and he’s still got control of … Continue reading

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New Vamp Page


Read all the VAMP chapters so far on the new Vamp page at Word Travels.

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VAMP: 6 The New Hire


Zaira just makes the 7:25 a.m. commuter train at the Salem station. She’d arrived home from New York only hours earlier to find Sandor at the computer in the library, engrossed in the details of Python. The lad needed a … Continue reading

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VAMP: 5 Structuring the Deal


“Promise me you will drink some of Cousin Ambrus’ bottles while I’m away? Don’t worry that it’s the last case, he’s promised to send more.” Zaira looks across her living room at Sandor, who is scrunched into her elegant red … Continue reading

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VAMP: 4 Sandor’s Arrival


Sam stands impatiently at the fax machine, waiting for the last page to come through. She’s already scanned the first page and it looks compelling, Dean is savvy and he’s probably going to accept it. But these investors want thirty … Continue reading

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VAMP: 3 Family Ties


Joska manages a bow and he and Zaira exchange a brief greeting in the ancient tongue. “Come in at once, cousin!” she tells him, switching back to English, her adopted language of the past century and a half. Joska staggers … Continue reading

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VAMP: 2 Reconstituted Red Mimosas


Zaira Farago pushes open the French doors of her spacious bedroom and walks onto the expansive balcony perched high above the cold dark waters that pound the rocks of the New England coastline below. The November wind is blowing from … Continue reading

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