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Fangs
 
for the MemoriesKathy Love
 Chapter 1 “Hey, baby, you lookin‘ for a little holiday cheer?”Rhys paused on the sidewalk in front of a rundown bar and glanced over at two women leaningagainst the side of the building. They both smoked cigarettes, the smoke escaping their red lips,mingling with the steam of their breath in the icy night air. Their shabby winter coats wereopened wide to reveal their thin bodies clad in skimpy, clinging dresses. One shivered, but stillmanaged to shoot him a desperately inviting look.And he thought he was having a shitty Christmas Eve.“I’m looking for a drink,” he told them, gesturing to the bar’s door with a slight jerk of his head.“Oh, come on, honey,” the one who had voiced the invitation coaxed, “I’ve got some mistletoeright here.” She threw down her cigarette, shoved away from the wall and waved a plastic sprigtoward him.It was imitation holly, but Rhys didn’t see much point in mentioning that fact. “Sorry, no.”“Well, after you’ve had yer drink, gorgeous, I’ll be waitin‘ for ya .” She smiled, reaching out totrail the fake greenery down the lapel of his coat.Rhys didn’t respond and stepped past her to push open a windowless door sporting a tatteredwreath. Before slipping into the smoky darkness of the bar, he stopped and looked back at thetwo prostitutes.Even though they were young, if his senses were correct only in their late teens, they looked old,haggard. The reverse of him—with his youthful body and ancient existence.On impulse, he reached into his pocket for his wallet.The one closest to him watched his movement, the tip of her tongue running hungrily over theunnatural red of her lips. The one still against the wall stepped closer, her eyes also fastened to
 
his movement, avarice burning in her dark eyes.No, not the reverse, he realized. Not at all. They were truly just the same. Hunger ruling them,making them do things they never believed they would. The only difference was their bitternesswas etched into their skin, where his was deceptively hidden, eating at his insides.Rhys’s hand stilled for a moment, but then he did pull out his money. He supposed he deservedto pay for feeling sympathy for these two. It must be that it was the season. He wouldn’t let hishard-learned lessons slip his mind again.He withdrew two bills. “Find a warm place to stay tonight.”The one near him snatched the money from his hand. Her eyes widened as she noted thedenomination. “Thanks, mister.” She immediately walked back to her coworker . “Come on,girlfriend. Let’s go party!”The two clacked away on worn high heels. Now that their need was satisfied, Rhys wasforgotten.Again, just like his kind, he thought tiredly. Getting what they crave, then moving on.He entered the bar, and the door slammed shut behind him. He was immediately enfolded in ahazy, surreal glow of blue and red neon. He slid onto a stool at the end of the bar and ordered ascotch, neat.“You want to run a tab, mister?”Rhys nodded and took a deep swallow of the fiery liquor. Setting the glass down, he twisted, his back to the bar, to survey the room. The small place was quite busy.On Christmas Eve, no less.He twisted back to his drink, staring into the amber liquid. He appeared oblivious to the rest of the room, but if anything, he was more aware of what was going on around him than when he’d been glancing around.The two men a few stools away were regulars here. They drank whiskey and water and smokedfilter-less cigarettes. The one closest to him was complaining that his wife had left him. Of course, he didn’t mention that he’d beaten her for years before she’d finally worked up the nerveto go.The woman at the end of the bar wore cheap perfume and an abundance of Aqua Net . She waswaiting for someone—a lover. Rhys could practically taste the craving radiating from her.Although Rhys couldn’t quite tell if the lust was for the man or for the drugs he would also provide.The four men playing pool were friends and deep in their cups, celebrating. Not the holidayseason but the fact that the one with the boyish face, which disguised a soul that was extremely
 
dark, had just been released from prison. Out on good behavior, and looking to undo all that proper conduct.These were the types that were in seedy bars on Christmas Eve—people without families or loveor lives. The lost, the hungry, the violent.And then there was him. So full of hunger, it almost crippled him.He polished off the remainder of his drink and signaled to the bartender for a refill.Drinking numbed him. Alcohol didn’t affect him as it did normal people, but it did insulate him.It anesthetized his feelings and made him capable of living in his own skin. But ultimately, theliquor never did what he wanted it to do. It never killed that raging hunger—the hunger thatconstantly ate away at him. No, only one thing appeased that, and even then, it was nothing but aquick fix. A brief reprieve from the gnawing in his soul.He nearly snorted out loud. His soul? Yeah, right, he’d lost that a long time ago.The bartender returned with another drink. Rhys took a long swallow, closing his eyes to savor the smoky flavor, when a prickling danced over the back of his neck.He shifted on the barstool, searching for the being that managed to so abruptly shift the foulhopelessness of the room.She stood in the doorway, looking every inch of her five feet out of place. A tiny woman with pixie-like , dark hair and huge eyes. Even in the distorting neon glow of the room, Rhys couldtell they were green—a true green.An innocent fey creature lost in a harsh, cold land. Rhys raised an eyebrow at his thoughts.There must be something in the air tonight; he was never so fanciful. Besides, he thought bitterly,
he
was the only otherworldly creature here.He took another deep swallow of his drink, still watching her over the rim of his glass. Thesmall woman glanced around, nervousness clear on her face. Then, to his surprise, shestraightened her shoulders and headed to the bar.She climbed onto the stool next to his and waited for the bartender to come take her order. Still,when he did, she took a moment to consider what she wanted.Again she surprised Rhys by asking for a tequila shot, although there was a faint rise at the endof her request as though she wasn’t quite sure if a tequila shot was a real drink.Rhys pretended to focus on his scotch, but he continued to center his attention on her. Not onlywas she nervous, but she was miserable, filled with hurt and anger and… despair. But all thosestrong emotions couldn’t overshadow her natural scent. She smelled fresh and sweet like flowerswarmed by sunshine. He couldn’t remember the last time he had smelled a mortal that untainted,
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Karolyn2011

hi! could you please send me all the Katy Love books that you have? My email is Karolyn2011@gmail.com im sorry to bother u, but i can't download this book.... Thank you soo much! :)

reply11 / 11 / 2010
Coralsimmer

The series in order ( this is based on info. I accumulated on Scribd while researching for novels to read) 1)Rhys - Fangs-for-the-Memories by Kathy Love 2)Christian – Fangs But No Fangs by Kathy Love 3)Sebastians - antonette_2 said that she thinks it is called : I only have fangs for you.. by Kathy

reply06 / 09 / 2010
Coralsimmer

L Love 4)Elizabeth- My Sister Is A Werewolf by Kathy Love

reply06 / 09 / 2010
Cheri_Echevarr_8484

Hi, I was unable to print the complete book I wish to read the novels but can't sit at the PC that long, Can you email me; My Sister is a Werewolf and Fangs for Memories. Cherije04@hotmail.com

reply04 / 13 / 2010
iainyvonne

Hi,i'm unable to download anything from u,the download option is greyed out.any chance you could send me the Kathy Love books you have listed please?e-mail is yvonnewh@hotmail.com,Thanks yvonne

reply02 / 19 / 2010
wikkafur

Hi would u please send this to me at weimlover @rocketmail.com Thanks

reply02 / 17 / 2010
streakofmadness

loved it! Thanks for putting this up.

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