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Bridging the gap between The Blautsaugers of Amber Heights and my new Vampires of Amber Heights Series is
 
DIAPER DUTY VAMPIRE
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During the Civil War, Union soldier, John Alden took a musket ball to the gut. As he gasped his final breath, he was turned into a vampire and started life anew in Amber Heights, Missouri. For over one hundred and fifty years, he's lived a rather solitary life as a vampire Enforcer.

Young single mother, Joann Clarkson, needs a job and fast. Hoping to be rehired, she returns to Dr. Michaela Blautsauger's lab prepared to eat a hefty helping of humble pie. She comes to regret that decision when she's taken hostage. Things look grim but she'll never stop fighting to escape. Her son needs his mama.

As an Enforcer, John must hunt down the vampire who kidnapped Joann. In his search, John winds up babysitting her toddler Cody. Changing diapers might be worse than getting staked, but nothing compares to how he feels when both mother and child fall into danger again.

EXCERPT:

   "My other purpose is to give you the option of being mesmerized," John gave her a lopsided half smile, "once you're out of danger. And since Justin has more skill than me, if you choose that option, I want him to do the adjustment."

   "What does that mean?" Totally at a loss, Joann looked from one to the other vampire.

   John hesitated before answering, "It eradicates memory and will wipe the existence of vampires from your mind. You won't remember being snatched or fed on. Consequently, you won't suffer panic attacks or nightmares caused by the ordeal. Bad memories are replaced with something mundane. Like you got busy at work before finishing your shift and going home."

   "It's painless," Justin said mildly.

   Although she frankly examined their expression, Joann was unable to read either vampire's opinion on the matter.

    To never remember or have to think about Vincent Sabriento. To stop replaying the paralyzing horror of being bitten...It sounded like Heaven. Then Joann caught sight of the sad little quirk lingering in the corner of John's mouth. It sounded like hell.

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