Free NightFall: Book One: Bloodlust Is the Cure for the Immortal Soul by Anastacia Kelley

sick. She wasn’t that kind of woman. A great story wasn’t worth whoring herself to any man. Or pretending to be someone she’s not.
    Nope, neither would wash with her.
    Simone wasn’t a gossip hound but she knew of some that do go undercover-literally-for information. That was their business but she preferred attaining her information while standing up, pen and paper, not something else, in her hand. She demanded respect. She wouldn’t get it that way. She didn’t think she would get it at all were she to forget her morals for a juicy story.
    Simone got up from the sofa and disposed of the finished yogurt container. She washed and put away her spoon. She went into the bathroom and shed her clothing and stepped into the glass door shower. The cool spray invigorated her. Then it hit her. She couldn’t very well talk about people who jumped into bed for a story and then ask
    Indea to flirt with Mr. Hobbs into spilling his hidden facts. She would be no better than they were. As she shampooed her hair she thought hard about what to do.
    No, she decided, scrubbing her hair into a lathery mass. This had to be on the up-and-up.
    She didn’t want to deceive any one in order to make front page of the ‘Alabama Reports’. She never used dishonesty before and she adamant about not using it now. Not ever.
    Her boss, Mr. Davis Brant, always congratulated her on a job well done without stepping on any one’s toes or falsifying information to get into the papers. She’s made front page a number of times with the God’s honest truth. That’s the way it was going to stay.
    Besides, she had a reputation to uphold. She rinsed her hair and poured conditioner in her palm and worked it throug h her tresses.
    She knew she had made a few enemies with her work ethics. She just chalked it up to simple jealous y and they knew she knew of their feelings about her. She didn’t give a rat’s patootie what they thought of her. She still got the job done w ith or without their green-eyed sneers.
    She rinsed her hair and grabbed her loofah sponge and poured a dollop of coconut scented body w ash on it. She worked it into foam ing bubbles and scrubbed her body from head to toe, inhaling the coconut essence deeply. The scent made her think of a luscious dessert.
    Maybe she should pick up a coconut crea m pie for dessert tomorrow after work , she contemplated to herself, her stomach rumbling.
    Finished with her shower , Simone dried her hair a nd body and then studied her body in the full length mirror. Did she absolutely, positively need a pie? She worked out intensively enough.
    Yeah, she deserved a piece.
    She would settle on a salad for dinner tomorrow so she wouldn’t feel so guilty about the slab of pie she envisioned herself indulging in.
    Simone walked to her bedroom and found her favorite red bra and panty set. She donned those and then grabbed a pair of denim shorts and red tank top.
    She finished blow drying her hair when she decided to call Indea to see if she was home from her job as a sales rep.
    Indea answered on the third ring. “Hello?”
    “Hey, Indea. What’s up?”
    Indea’s sultry voice floated through the phone lines. “Hello, Simone.” Indea’s accent was very unique and charming. Her background boasted of French and Native American-Cherokee. Her mother was from Chatearoux, France and her dad was born right here in the U.S.A. Tennessee. It was a rather odd mix but when seeing the two together, you could understand why.
    Simone was somewhat opposite from Indea but they were the best of friends.
    Simone’s mother was Irish and her father was English. She had a hint of an accent but you had to listen closely to detect it. Living in the south, her accent took on a southern charm. But she thought of the French tongue as flowing and enchanting. Maybe she should ask Indea about setting her up with a true Frenchman. Indea would have no problem finding one. She was half French, after all. And right now, they were both in