Keeper vs. Reaper (Graveyard Guardians Book 1)

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Book: Keeper vs. Reaper (Graveyard Guardians Book 1) by Jennifer Malone Wright Read Free Book Online
Authors: Jennifer Malone Wright
be a dance floor. An ancient juke box sat in the corner , all lit up and waiting for people to pick their music. And just beyond the dance floor, was a little platform for when the bar hosted live music.
    Over by the restroom, which was unisex, a blond e in a pair of tight jeans was bent over with her foot propped up on a chair. She appeared to be adjusting the strap on her high heel. Jack took in the view with pleasure, as did several other men in the establishment.
    Bingo.
    As she straightened, she moved the wave of straight blonde hair over her shoulders. It hung down her back, just shy of touching the waistline of her jeans. Seeming to sense that he was staring at her, she suddenly turned and met his eyes. Only, his eyes couldn’t help but move south.
    Holy shit, she had a fucking rack on her that any man would have killed to bury his face in. Her upper half was adorned in a tiny, black camisole tank , and she must have been wearing a push up bra because the top of her breasts were prominently exposed for his enjoyment.
    The blond e snatched up her purse off the chair that her foot had vacated and began her fuck me strut in his direction.
    Jack continued to lean against the bar. He polished off the last of his beer in one long drink while he watched her make her way over to him. He turned without taking his eyes off her and set the empty on the bar.
    “Want another one, Casanova?” Reese’s voice came from behind him.
    “Hit me ,” he called over the music, just as the blonde arrived in front of him.
    “So, if you’re going to look at me like I’m already naked, you should at least buy me a drink ,” she told him, with no introduction at all.
    “Well, that shirt doesn’t exactly scream out that you’re saving yourself for marriage”
    She smirked. “Well, what does it say to you, then?”
    He pretended to think a little bit. “It says that you are a woman who wants to be touched. That you are a woman who is comfortable with her own body ... and that body craves a man’s hands.”
    She took a step closer to him and touched a fingertip to his leather jacket. “That, is exactly what this shirt says.”
    “Here’s your beer, Jack.”
    He turned away from blondie just long enough to wrap his fingers around his beer glass and catch Reese’s eye. She shook her head at him and he cocked his head back at her in confusion. Reese shook her head again and then glanced over his shoulders at the blonde. “Slut,” she mouthed to him.
    The fact that Reese was trying to warn him about a slutty chick was pretty comical since he was usually the slutty one. Well, he still was.
    “Good,” he mouthed back to her.
    “Ugh.” Reese waved him off and wiped the bar with a white towel. “Go get herpes if you want. I really don’t give a crap, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
    “No worries, Mom. I’ve got this.” He turned away from Reese and back to the girl. “I’m Jack. Who might you be?” he asked her.
    She opened her purse and pulled out a cigarette. “Sadie. My name’s Sadie.”
    Jack nodded. “What would you like to drink, Sadie?”
    She laughed. “Well, ironically, I would love a Jack and coke.”
    “You hear that Reese.”
    “Already on it ,” he heard her somewhat disgusted voice say from behind him. “Here you go.”
    Jack turned and took the plastic cup from her and handed it to Sadie. “So, should we go out back and have a smoke?” He gestured to her cigarette. Reese had set up a fenced in smoking area right outside the back door since it was illegal to smoke in any establishments in California. She was smart, knowing that if people couldn’t smoke while they drank that they would just stay home and drink there.
    Sadie took a big gulp from her cup and grinned. “Yeah, let’s do that.”
    Suddenly the door burst open and man in a gray trench coat staggered in. He had dark red hair and brown, blood shot eyes. He also carried a light silvery mist of an aura around him. The aura of a

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