Let Them Eat Stake (Sass & Bluegrass Book 2)

Single mom Roxana Khariton Herrington had all of the accoutrements of a modern woman: a solid education, a sound strategy, a genius for a son, a family who loved her like nobody s business, and a best friend who didn t judge her (much) for taking notes while watching the Murder-Death-Kill channel. She also had lunatics for grandparents. She came out of the womb knowing not to try and sway the Reverends Harriet and Beecher Herrington. What they wanted, they got and good sense, the law, and reality be damned. That s why she didn t expend energy trying to stop them. If the law couldn t stop them, who was she to try?

Roxana s grandparents didn t give two craps that it wasn t 1920. They wanted her to have a man and not just any man, but a bloodthirsty avenging type, despite the fact that there was nothing to avenge. She d pointed that out over a million times to no avail, so she simply waited to see if she was going to have to practice her surprised face and discreetly dispose of a body. It didn t even matter that the man they d selected wasn t exactly a man, because Tosya made everything within her stand at attention.

A member of the ruling family of the Eastern Vampire Nation, Tosya Aleksandrovich was a certified badass. Beings gave him a wide berth. Too bad none of the women in Mid-NFW gave a damn about that, which is how he d found himself in Kentucky. All he d wanted to do was get in and out as quickly as he could, thereby avoiding Kentuckians, the same way he d tried to avoid Southerners. But no. The universe obviously hated him. Somehow, he d found himself smack dab in the middle of a fight, a cover up, and a jamboree kicked off by a group of sorors that specialized in wreaking havoc, a wily group of Pentecostals, and a whole bunch of people in bib overalls. Tosya had politely tried to extricate himself, but he d underestimated the wills of the Reverends Herrington, their church members, and their grandson who showed him a picture of a full-figured woman with the bluest eyes he d ever encountered. This is my mommy. That photo proved two things: 1) a picture was indeed worth a thousand words, and 2) the woman in the photo was destined to be his.