Take it Like a Vamp

Take it Like a Vamp

by Candace Havens

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ISBN-13: 9781622669509
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 05/20/2013
Series: Take It Like A Vamp , #1
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 230
Sales rank: 41,408
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Award-winning author Candace Havens lives in Texas with her mostly understanding husband, two children and two dogs, Scoobie and Gizmo. When she isn't living in the imaginary worlds she creates, she's interviewing celebrities, writers and producers for her job as a TV columnist, and talking about movies with 96.3 KSCS. She runs a free online workshop for writers.

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Take it Like a Vamp

By Candace Havens, Liz Pelletier

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2012 Candace Havens
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62266-950-9


"It's sad when your best friend makes your panties melt," whispered Casey as she pulled the Harvard sweatshirt over her head and threw it on the bathroom floor of her apartment. "I mean, how sex-starved do you have to be?" The mirror she stared into had no answer for her, so she yanked down her sweatpants and the Spanx she wore under them.

Turning sideways, she viewed the pouch. That's what she called the small bump below her belly button. No matter how many sit-ups she suffered through or flutter kicks she endured, the pouch never disappeared. And if that wasn't enough, there were her curvy hips. Skinny jeans need not apply. And the boobs. She could probably feed a small village with these puppies.

Casey was no troll, but she was nothing like the long-legged, no-hip, concave-chested super models Nick dated, and she never would be. Her penthouse neighbor and best friend never failed to have the most beautiful arm-candy. Only fair, since he was God's gift to women. Tall, dark, and super hot.

And so damn sweet he hurt her teeth.

Casey kicked her sweats to the corner of the bathroom, as if they were to blame for her sexual frustration. "You have to stop thinking about him that way."

Not that it showed, but she and Nick worked out together. They had Sunday brunch together. He even watched Night Angels, her favorite vampire show, with her every Wednesday. And he always gave her a hard time about the men she dated. He never approved, which was appropriate since she was a homing device for assholes.

Three months ago, she decided to take a more proactive approach and date only intelligent men, but even the Sheldons of the world turned out to be jerks.

Her latest was Larry, the computer programmer, who only wanted a girlfriend to get him beers while he was locked in epic World of Warcraft battles. Casey'd tripped in front of the TV — totally by accident — in her tightest, lowest-scooped T-shirt, and — totally by accident again — her boobs had distracted Larry from his elven crusade for all of twenty seconds. As a result, he claimed he'd lost his rank as Highborne or whatever, and she'd had to put the girls away. He drove her home and dumped her unceremoniously at the curb of her condo, where she did the walk of shame in front of her favorite doorman, Scooter.

Her walk of shame was different than most. It meant she didn't get any.

That happened a lot lately.

Seventy-year-old Scooter had opened the door for her and then patted her on the head. "Had the look of a serial killer, that one. You're better off without him."

If that hadn't been humiliating enough, Nick lectured her about holding out for the right guy.

The man just doesn't have a clue.

"You're a beautiful woman, with the kindest heart I know," he'd said as he handed her a box of tissues. With those mesmerizing eyes of his and that stupid perfect skin, there was no way he could understand what she went through on a daily basis.

She'd blubbered something about not being beautiful, and he'd shaken his head.

He was the kind one, and so thoughtful. Just last week he'd given her a first edition of Dickens's A Christmas Carol, one of her all-time favorites. He'd picked it up at some charity auction because he thought she might like it.

Why couldn't she find a man like Nick? He didn't need to be beautiful, just one who treated her ... with consideration. Was that kind of relationship restricted only to the friend category?

Granted, Nick never dated the same woman twice, but at least he always picked them over video games.

After flipping on the shower, she took the ponytail holder out of her hair and quickly brushed through her blond curls. Well, sort of blond. Her hair darkened over the winter to more of a dull taupe. She hated it, but the last time she'd tried to color her hair it had turned out the shade of a dirty brass doorknob.

Stepping under the warm spray, she tried to use the water in a desperate metaphoric attempt to wash away her melancholy. This happened every time she worked out with Nick in the fitness center of their condo building. When he ran on the treadmill and lifted weights, he looked like Adonis with his dark blond hair and chiseled chin. The man was so out of her league, it wasn't funny. His gleaming hard muscles, taut thighs, and bulging biceps called to her as she did her best to get rid of the pouch. To maybe give him something to drool over. Today, he'd wiped away sweat with the tail of his T-shirt and she'd glimpsed his perfect eight-pack of abs. Her fingers ached to —

Stop it!

Squeezing a dollop of shampoo into her palm, she fiercely lathered her scalp. The only reason she obsessed about Nick — perfect, perfect Nick — was because of her drama with Larry.

We're thinking positive. The law of attraction is a powerful thing. Think it and you can make it happen.

She'd been listening to a self-help book while she worked out. If Nick ever found out, he'd rib her for weeks.

Okay, law of attraction. Attract me a guy like Nick. Right now.

No genie appeared with a hunk of man for her, so she rinsed her hair.

Ten minutes later, as she reached for a fluffy white towel to dry off, she heard a noise. Cocking her head, she listened carefully.



She wrapped the towel around her and stepped into her bedroom — well, really former-Uncle-now-Aunt Teddie's bedroom. When Casey's parents were killed in a car crash nine months ago, Teddie had insisted she move into the condo with her. It didn't matter that Casey was a college graduate, had her own place (even if it wasn't much bigger than a rabbit hutch), and a job. Oh, and she lived across the country. At the time, Casey didn't have the energy to fight with her aunt. She had been close to her parents and their deaths left her hollow and sad.

Aunt Teddie constantly traveled from one ashram to another in a persistent search for her spiritual center. She'd come home to unpack every few months, hang out for a week, and then she'd be gone again. Having been an Internet billionaire as her male self, Teddie had the time and money to do whatever she wanted now. Her aunt had begged her to travel with her, but Casey was beginning to make a name for herself as a graphic artist at her new company. She had momentum, and she didn't want to lose it.

The apartment was spacious and Aunt Teddie had decorated it like a five-star hotel. Not the homiest place Casey had ever lived, but she loved the amenities. She could call room service twenty-four-seven to make whatever food she wanted. The huge walk-in closet was as big as her last apartment, and her clothes only took up a fourth of the space.

Another strange sound had her pausing in front of her closet. Was that the door?

She forced herself to calm down. No one could get past security in the building. Nick not only owned the building, his company designed it.

Probably Carmen, the housekeeper, who came in Monday through Friday. Teddie might have changed her sex, but her OCD stayed intact. She insisted the place be spotless at all times, even while she was traveling.

Casey adjusted the towel above her breasts and stepped into the hallway. "Carmen? Is that you?"

She rounded the corner of the living room. She squeaked and gripped her towel tighter when she spotted Nick standing by her front door.

His gaze dropped to the towel and back up. "Sorry," he said as he held a hand in the air. "I swear, I didn't see anything." He was in dark jeans and a dark T-shirt. Hair still wet from his own shower.

"What's up?" As much as she tried to act casual, her voice sounded husky — maybe even sexy. She cleared her throat.

Nick lifted up a bottle of wine. "I brought down a new wine for you to try. You're always so good about knowing when I should invest in things, and I'm considering this winery in Italy."

His gaze zeroed in on her legs, then flashed quickly back to her face. His eyes darkened to an impossible degree when he took a step back.

"Oh." She managed to say, blushing furiously. Awkward much? He looked like he'd just seen a ghost.

She closed her eyes and prayed the floor would open up and swallow her. When it didn't, she opened her eyes, and found Nick smiling at her like he always did. A friendly smile. Not an I-want-to-see-you-naked smile as she'd fantasized so many times in her dreams.

"You know where the opener is, I'll — um — yes. I'll put clothes on." She turned on her heel before he could answer, and shut the bedroom door. Leaning back against it, she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror across the room and froze.

Holy hell. The small towel covered her breasts, and most of her belly, but the Red Sea had parted to show off her holy land. Her goodies had literally been on display while they had their conversation, and she'd bet a bigger towel that he hadn't been looking at her legs.

Oh, sweet baby Jesus. You have got to collect yourself. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen a vagina before. She was sure he'd seen plenty. And he'd been enough of a gentleman not to mention it.

She hoped he never mentioned it.

Properly clothed and as composed as she'd ever be, she found Nick in the kitchen. Teddie had spared no expense here. The room looked like something out of Architectural Digest and had all the latest gadgetry. Shiny steel appliances, a coffee maker a barista would die for, and two stainless steel refrigerators. Carmen kept the fridges filled with health-nut food, yet another edict from Teddie.

"Wow, I'm sensing deep thoughts," Nick said.

She forced a smile as he handed her a long-stemmed crystal wine glass. "Yes, deep thoughts concerning cupcakes and what cheese would go with this." She took a tentative sip of wine, and the heady liquid trickled over her tongue, leaving the flavor of oak, and something she couldn't quite place. It wasn't grapes ...

"Wait, it can't be," she said rubbing her tongue across the roof of her mouth. "Is that cherry?" She didn't know a lot about wine, but Nick had shared some of his immense knowledge about the subject over the last nine months.

Ever since their first tasting session he encouraged her to speak up if she didn't like a particular bottle. "Don't like something just because everyone else says it's good," he told her.

"Yes," Nick answered her about the fruit flavor as he put a tray on the counter between them. It had three kinds of cheese and a variety of crackers. He never brought the cheese. That was her thing.

The confusion must have shown on her face, because he shrugged. "I was at Grayson's Deli and they had one of your favorite trays made up."

"Oh, Nick. You are too good to me." She touched his arm lightly, and the muscle beneath her fingers tensed as he sucked in a breath.

He twisted and then coughed into his other hand. She felt her face heat up. He was probably as embarrassed as she was concerning the Holy Grail exposé. She should refrain from touching him for at least twenty-four hours — maybe a week.

"Bit into a peppercorn." He cleared his throat. "Those things can be murder on the throat."

After a tight smile, he held up his glass. "Here's to you making it two miles on the treadmill." He clinked his glass with hers. "You'll be running marathons with me in no time."

Casey snorted, doing her best to go along with the nothing-happened-here facade. "Yeah, right. The only reason I run on that stupid treadmill is so my three-pint-a-week Chunky Choc ice cream habit doesn't make me any curvier. Some people run for health, I run for food."

Nick chuckled. She loved how she could always get him to smile. Everything was so serious to him. He had once told her that she was the one person he could relax around.

She understood. Everyone seemed to want something from him since he was a bazillionaire. Granted, she did too, even though she'd never admit it. But her wants had nothing to do with money. While her uncle — er, aunt — had been wealthy, her parents were college professors. They had a good life, but it was nothing like the way Nick lived.

No ... she wanted something else entirely from him.

He leaned against the counter, the material of his T-shirt stretching over that mouth-watering eight-pack, and grabbed another piece of cheese.

When she was finally able to tear her gaze away from his torso, she noticed the small lines of tension around his eyes. He was upset about something. He once told her he didn't like to burden her with his problems. Instead, he liked to hear about her life, mundane as it was.

"So, I'm over Larry." She winked at him.

One of his eyebrows shot up. "That's good, since he was a complete ass, and you only went on three dates."

"Easy for you to say. If I don't get laid soon, I might combust. I mean, a vibrator only gets a girl so far."

Nick choked, and she patted him on the back.

"You, okay?" She thumped him a little harder and it hurt her hand. Damn, he was solid. She had the crazy urge to stop patting and rub her hand over the steely muscles, slip her fingers under his shirt, and glide across the velvety softness of his smooth skin —

He coughed again and brought her back to reality. She shoved her hands deep in her pockets, mentally chastising herself for feeling him up in the first place.

"I told you last night, you'll find the right guy soon." He sipped his wine.

"You keep saying that because you're sweet. But girls like me — I mean. You're so wanted all the time, you can't understand what it's like to be the crunchy Milk Dud in the pack."

He laughed. "What the hell does that mean?"

"You know," she said. "Every pack has that one piece of candy that, when you bite down, it feels like it's made out of stone."

"Can't say I've ever had one of those," he said casually as he placed a bit of Brie on a cracker and bit down. His teeth were so white, she'd always wanted to ask him what he used to keep them that way.

He was rich. They were most likely capped.

"Are you kidding? It kills me how deprived you are. We need to have a candy fest. The best is when you melt them and pour the gooey mess over popcorn."

He screwed up his face as if that were the worst idea he'd ever heard.

"Don't be a food snob. It's soooooo good." She closed her eyes and imagined the sugary goodness. "A bit of salty and sweet." She ran her tongue across her lips.

Nick coughed again, but the sound came from far away. She really hoped he wasn't coming down with a cold.

Her eyes popped open to find an empty space where he'd been standing. How had he moved so fast? Had she been so caught up in food porn that she hadn't heard him move?

"I'll be back in a bit." As he opened the door, he had a strange look on his face. "I forgot I had a call coming in, and I left my phone upstairs." His voice sounded weird as if he were struggling to speak, and those damned eyes of his ... she'd swear they were black as night.

She glanced up at the light fixture and frowned. Had a bulb gone out?

The door shut before she could reply.

Way to go embarrassing him with all the talk about vibrators and Milk Duds right after you flashed him. The way her mad skills with the opposite sex were working, she would probably soon be eating more Milk Duds than the pouch could handle and getting to know her vibrator much more intimately.

"Maybe I should name it." She popped a piece of Camembert in her mouth. Once the idea flashed in her mind, there was no way another name would work.

The giant, purple, vibrating dildo had a new name.

"Mr. Nick, it is."


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Take It Like A Vamp 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 56 reviews.
angela2070 More than 1 year ago
I laughed out loud with this book .I fell in love with Nick . This is so much more then a Vampire romance book . It is a quick hot summer read that makes you want more. I have been writing the Author asking for more. You will too
In_My_Humble_OpinionDA More than 1 year ago
This is a fun romantic PNR with some honest laugh out loud moments. Fans of Molly Harper, MaryJanice Davidson, and Katie MacAlister will enjoy this fun PNR by Candace Havens. Vampire Nick has lusted after his neighbor Casey for the entire 9 months he’s known her. She is a breath of fresh air. Mostly I think because she offers him friendship without strings. He is rich, powerful and good looking. Everybody wants something from him especially his ex. Casey knows she isn’t like the skinny models Nick goes for so she settles for friendship with Nick although she isn’t blind to his charms. When Nick asks Casey to be his date to keep the match making mama’s off his back he brings Casey to the attention of factions that would use her to get to him and things get interesting. This is a fun romantic PNR with some honest laugh out loud moments. Welcome back to the dark side Candy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What wonderful read!! Covet did great job in asking Candace to help launch thier new line! Hope she writes more about these wonderful characters... i want Linc to get a hea!
ReadingCorner More than 1 year ago
I can't remember the last time that I laughed and smiled as much as I did reading Take It Like a Vamp. The main character, Casey, is awesomely fun to get to know. I loved her snark and her real, curvy body and her insecurities and her fierce loyalty and her strength of character. This chick had it all and I seriously loved her. Top that off with Nick--the loyal, hot, BFF next door guy--and you've got a friends-to-lovers romance that will knock your socks off. The sizzling chemistry is rounded off with a dash of danger, a fabulous cast of side characters (LOVED Linc and Mason), and a trip to the Greek Islands, creating a fabulous, fast-paced, laugh-out-loud romance novel. I can't help but hope that Ms. Havens gives us more stories like this (can you say series potential?!). I do believe I'll be heading off in search of more of her books while I wait hopefully for another one like this. :)
AVoraciousReadr 13 days ago
*Book source ~ NetGalley Nick Christos and Casey Meyers are neighbors in a swanky high rise apartment building. Nick is rich. Casey is not. When her parents die and she becomes an adult orphan, her rich aunt (former uncle) persuades her to move in with her. But Aunt Teddie is never home, so Casey has the place to herself. But Nick spends a lot of time there. Mostly nights. Because we find out he’s a vampire. And he has the hots for Casey, but that’s ok because she has the hots for him. Except for the whole vampire thing which he does not tell her about even as he stupidly draws attention to her in his world. What a dick. This story is only ok for me. The writing is repetitive and the characters are ho hum. Casey’s constant whining about her chunky self is a huge turn off. Nick’s continued lying about who he is, also turn off. Casey is much too cool when she does find out about Nick the Vampire. I love Aunt Teddie though. The rest of the characters are forgettable. Not the worst book I’ve read, but certainly not the best.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the books. I cant wait for the next one!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
love this author
samdLA More than 1 year ago
In-depth Characters, quick pace. Makes you believe in true love and romance. Was sorry when the book ended.
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If you are looking for a "girl gets the guy then all her dreams come true," then this is the novel for you. On the other hand, if you are expecting gritty, sexy, blood, strife and the morality of beasthhod- just skip this one. There was literally no violence, minimal conflict, and happy endings all around. Although both characters perpetually lusted after the other, there wasnt a lot of sexual tension, or even sex in this book. I am unsure why the author chose to include vamps, weres or demons at all. Tjis story would have been exactly the same without them- supernatural status was not highly emphasized even tho most of the characterd wrre, there was nothing unique presented in this world, and the characters failed to act like non-humans or people who had lived 800 yrs. I think the paranormal part was just b/c it sells right now.
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TaraAllen More than 1 year ago
Casey’s best friend is a super hot guy, and really, who doesn’t wish they had one of those! Hers also happens to be a vampire, a rather high ranking one at that. Naturally, Casey doesn’t believe that she is good enough for the hottie but still manages to end up right in the middle of a vampire power struggle with said hottie wrapped around her little finger. I know what you’re thinking, but the truth is, no. Vampire stories never get old. They’re a whole lot of fun to read and this one is no exception. The Good: I love Casey. She’s a terrific character. While she has insecurities, they aren’t enough to where she lets people walk all over her. She’s got some serious fight going on. One of the things that I really enjoy about her as a female lead is her strength. Yeah, her man is all kinds of alpha and intimidating, but she holds her own and stands up to him. Repeatedly. She insists on a partnership. For this alone I could totally kiss the author. In a non-creepy way, honestly. It isn’t just Nick she stands up to, though. She also kicks some serious ass when his psycho ex (from like a hundred years ago) shows up and tries to take a bite (literally) out of her. Nick is the hottie, head of the council, vampire. He’s a pretty good guy, who has fallen in love with his neighbor. It’s sort of cute how he tries to resist her, being a vampire and all. But boy, does he jump at the chance to have Casey, when he has to get married, or else. He’s kind of a dumbass for not just telling her straight out from the get go that he thinks she’s amazing, but guys are silly like that sometimes, and where’s the fun in Now, I know that I should be all swoony over Nick, and don’t get me wrong. He is totally swoon worthy, but his bff Linc totally steals the show. He’s got all of Nick’s swooniness and a smart ass sense of humor on top of it all. Every alpha male needs a best friend who keeps him grounded and tells him how things are without sugar coating, and Linc is that guy. I’m pretty sure he has his own book, but if he doesn’t yet, he really needs one! The Bad: There’s not a lot that I could pick out that irked me in this one. Casey, while initially down on herself, really came into her own and shined like mad by the end of the book. Her self-esteem improved, but NOT just because she had a man. So there was nothing there to piss me off about her. I related on all kinds of levels. She’s really a wonderful character. Overall: Candace Havens had already impressed me in A Riveting Affair and she did so yet again with Take it Like a Vamp. I really enjoyed this and am seriously considering another read through. The writing is great and the characters develop really well. Especially my girl Casey! I highly recommend giving it a read, you won’t be disappointed!
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He lays down waging his tail..gotta get some sleep...oh and as icekit...your now icepaw and darknights mentoreing you...goodnight...see you in the clan...
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Igtg bbl? Buhbaii
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Are you still in need of a feeder?
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"Throws my ninja stars around"
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Won't be on much for a while.....
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hols you close
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
*He vanishes the reappears behind Drake. He punched the back of his head so hard that Drake is pushed into the ground with a crack. The earth cracked beneath where Drake hit the ground. Rock grins* Never mess with me. Oh, and by the way, you hit like a sissy. *He vanishes and reappears sitting on a rock. Eating an apple*
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