Free Adina Falling (Threads of Fate) by Melissa Brodsky Page B

didn’t talk, we simply made a date. That’s it. Sure, he has a nice accent. Whatever, Mom.” I didn’t feel like discussing this upcoming blind date, I was positive I was going to feel about him the way I felt about every other blind date I had ever been on. Absolutely nothing.
    “Adina, promise me you’ll go with a positive attitude and an open mind.”
    “I’ll try but I’m not making any promises. I gotta run Mom; I have to get this book done and off to my editor because my publisher is getting pissed with me.” An incoming phone call from my publisher, Lois Gutenberg, was proof positive. I let it go to voice mail, no reason to get off the phone with my mother just to be yelled at by Lois. “Please…call me as soon as you find out how I can get in touch with the Elders. Please.” I whined.
    “Yes dear, of course. Well, have a nice day darling. I’ll call you later. Love you.” She blew me a kiss and hung up.
    Without waiting for me to say goodbye. Again.

 
    Trying to push aside my dream, I headed over to my computer. Just maybe I could get some decent writing done today. Entwining my fingers together and stretching them out in front of me, I set to work. By the time I finally looked up from my screen, I had surpassed my expected word count by close to 20 thousand words. I patted myself on the back and then sent the document off to my editor and publisher. I’d probably get reprimanded for not returning their phone calls but they would probably let it slide, pleased that I was only a day late for my deadline as opposed to a week like my previous novel had been.
    I was ravenous and, due to the explicit nature of my book, horny. I briefly wondered if, perhaps, I was always in the mood for sex because of the books I wrote or was it, maybe a vice versa thing. Shrugging my shoulders at a question that I didn’t care to know the answer to, I went into my bedroom to get dressed.
    “Tonight, I’ll go dancing.” I announced to myself. I knew that most of my party-type friends went, every Thursday, to an underground nightclub. Only humans that enjoyed offering themselves to vamps were allowed in. Vamp Tramps. They served a purpose and I was going to use a couple of them tonight. I liked the idea of hanging out with some of my friends that I hadn’t seen in a while.
    I picked up my phone and texted Giorgio, a very hot and very gay friend of mine, I let him know I wanted to go to The Blue Club. It was a very swanky place full of gorgeous faces, bodies and clothing.
    Giorgio texted back quickly, the whole group would be meeting us so would pick me up at midnight. It didn’t start hopping until one but he wanted to get a good table. He liked to see and be seen and only certain booths in the club would suit his desires.
    I only had an hour to get ready. I was going to let loose tonight, it had been a few months since I had gone out with my Vamps. I wanted to look fabulous. Too bad I had to save my new dress for that blind date with Xander Stark; it would have been the perfect thing to wear.
    Looking through my clothes, I found an ideal substitute. A black leather Roberto Cavalli mini-dress. It showed off my rather sexy figure and I loved the way it came to a low “V” in the back. Yes, this dress would do flawlessly.
    I put my hair into a top knot, applied my make-up, concentrating on accentuating my green eyes and was ready to go with five minutes to spare. Giorgio was always on time and did not like to be kept waiting. He was such a Prima Donna but he was a dear friend and always fun to be with.
    At exactly midnight, I heard a car honk and I received a text simultaneously. Both were from Giorgio letting me know he had arrived and to get my ass to the car. Pronto.
    Nigel, Giorgio’s current lover, was sitting in the front seat frowning as he inspected himself in the mirror. Giorgio got out of the car and hugged me warmly, “Well look at you, Ms. Hottie. If I wasn’t gay…” He joked, swatting me on my