Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Nolan is the hot but grumpy goth boy who lives across the street from perpetually sunny necromancer Sky.
Nolan wants nothing to do with Sky.
That is until his older brother is on the run from a local vampire clan after he failed to deliver on a promise.
Nolan is about to learn that vampires, shifters, witches, and magic are very real. He needs an expert to guide him through this dangerous world.
It's Sky's time to shine!
And just maybe he can win the heart of a grumpy introvert. (Assuming he doesn't scare the man to death first.)
How the Necromancer in the Gold Vest Saved My Life is a serial comprising four novellas that follow the insane adventures of necromancer Skylar Wallace and his next-door neighbor Nolan Banks. This book contains vampires, werewolves, witches, underworld minions, danger, surprises, sassy corpses, and some pretty amazing sandwiches.
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Chapter 1
Skylar Wallace
“There’s your problem right there!” Maddox declared, his deep, rough voice rising above the deafening beat from the DJ’s speakers. “I can’t believe you’re still cleaning your equipment with rain-barrel water. If I’ve told you once, I swear I’ve said it a thousand times: distilled water is the only way to go.”
Redstone made a noise, and Skylar swore he could feel Red’s eyes roll. “And distilled sucks all the positive energy out of the water. You’re left with something utterly soulless that a series of machines processed. Do you hear me, Mad? Machines.”
Maddox wrinkled his nose at him, the corners of his brown eyes crinkling. “Two hundred years ago, you could get away with rainwater, but human pollution has ended those days. You’re introducing too many contaminants into your spells. That’s why your binding spell is so fucking weak.”
Blue eyes shot wide open, and Red’s naturally pale face instantly flushed almost as red as his auburn hair. “Fuck you! I’ll show you a binding spell that’ll keep you clogged for weeks. You’ll come to me begging—”
“Hey! Hey! Hey! Let’s keep this civil. No shoptalk. We’re supposed to be out having a relaxing night. Drinks between friends,” Sky interceded. He placed his hands on Red’s taut shoulders and squeezed while the two companions continued to glare at each other over the tall pub table.
This happened almost every time they went out for adult beverages together or hung out and binged TV. Talk would eventually wander over to what they were working on, and there wasn’t a witch alive who didn’t have their own specific way of doing things. Ninety percent of them would never listen to another’s opinion. They were right, and everyone else was wrong. His best friends, Redstone and Maddox, were no different.
It was one of the good things about being a necromancer. Sky had some spells that overlapped with his companions’, but he did things a different way because of his unique magic. His friends couldn’t offer comment, saving him from headaches.
But Red and Mad were nature-based witches, which meant there was a shit-ton of overlap and so much room for argument. Thankfully, the two men had known each other since grade school and were good at brushing off each other’s harsh words.
“Are you taking his side?” Mad demanded, his narrowed eyes jumping to Sky.
“No, I’m not. I’m saying you’re both assholes for trying to ruin a perfectly good Friday night,” Sky snapped. “I got a new vest to try out. My favorite bartender still hasn’t learned to make a sea breeze, which I love him for. And I’m here to enjoy some delicious eye candy.”
As he spoke, Sky released his hold on Red and picked up his drink. His very blue drink. A sea breeze cocktail was simply vodka with grapefruit juice and cranberry juice, resulting in it being red. Whatever drink the adorable bartender kept whipping up and calling a sea breeze was curaçao blue and mostly alcohol. One promised to make him pleasantly tipsy. Three would put him on his ass.
He took a sip and sighed. It was worth the fifteen bucks if it helped to wash away the stress of the week.
“How can you be happy with just eye candy? Go hit on someone, Mr. Shiny Vest,” Mad teased.
Sky was about to give Mad the evil eye when Red chimed in. “You know Sky is a ‘one target at a time’ guy, and right now he’s busy eye-fucking his neighbor every chance he gets.”
Sky pointed his finger at Mad and then Red. “Screw you both.”
Red batted at his hand. “Put that away. We don’t know where it’s been.”
Mad snickered and took a drink of his beer.
“Oh, have you pissed off Sky enough that he’s started hexing you?” a cheerful voice from behind Sky inquired. “That’s got to be a record. He’s usually on his second drink when that happens.”
“Fuck you, Moon,” Sky grumbled as the fourth member of their coven joined them around the table.
Moon put a fresh beer in front of Mad, a rum and coke in front of Red, and lifted his own beer bottle. “Here’s to Friday night drinks with friends.”
They clinked their bottles and glasses together, and for a heartbeat, Sky smiled, sure that his companions had forgotten Red’s comment and they’d moved on.
But Red had to prove him wrong. “We were asking if Sky has made any progress with the troll that lives across the street from him.”
Sky flicked his friend in the ear. “He’s not a troll. He’s a grungy little goth boy who needs someone to take care of him.” His bottom lip jutted out as he thought about his poor sexy neighbor with the black hair and pale skin. “Did I tell you I saw him the other day? I was walking a new client out to her car, and he’d just gotten home. Probably from running errands. He was carrying another fast-food bag. That man needs vegetables. Maybe I should try gardening again this spring.”