Big Girls Don’t Die

By Crystal Jordan

Andre St. James is a vampire—a very old vampire—and he’s used to getting what he wants. When he meets Cynthiana, a plus-size model who is used to taking care of herself, he knows she’s the one for him. But she’s human. And humans are weak and fragile and die from just about anything and everything. He can’t lose his one true love now that he’s finally found her. So he turns her. Without asking her first. He thinks he’s given her a gift. She can’t be mad at him for giving her the gift of eternal life. Right?

Cynthiana has always made it on her own. But thanks to the world’s most annoying, sexy vampire, her world just got turned upside down. He claims she’s the one for him, but he’s ruined her career as a plus-sized model by turning her into a creature who casts no reflection and can’t be photographed.

Andre has a lot to make up for if he’s going to convince her they’re destined to be together.

Each book in the In the Heat of the Night series can be enjoyed in any order.
Series Order:
Book #1: Total Eclipse of the Heart
Book #2: Big Girls Don’t Die
Book #3: It’s Raining Men
Book #4: Crazy Little Thing Called Love

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Jul 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781640630536

Crystal Jordan

Crystal Jordan began writing romance after she finished graduate school and needed something to fill the hours that used to be eaten away by homework. She is originally from California, but has lived and worked all over the United States. Currently, she serves as a librarian at a university in her home state and writes paranormal, futuristic, contemporary, and erotic romance. Crystal loves to hear from her readers via her email: [e-mail]

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Big Girls Don’t Die

In the Heat of the Night Series,

Book 2

Crystal Jordan

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2009 by Crystal Jordan. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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Edited by Bethany Morgan

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eBook ISBN 9781640630529

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition February 2009

Re-release July 2017

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

About the Author

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Chapter One

That damn evil hellcat.

I was in the shower just as my day began, right at the crack of sunset, when a huge crash sounded through my teensy bathroom. I jerked back the curtain to see what the hell was going on, when Beelzebub streaked across the floor and tackled the overflowing trashcan, which spewed the contents everywhere. And still, he attacked the trash. Shit. A cold rush of dread made my stomach do back flips. Somehow, I knew he’d cornered a rodent. In my bathroom. With me trapped, sopping wet and stark-ass naked in the bathtub. This was a hell of a way to start Valentine’s Day.

So. I had to deal with the whole mouse situation, not the least of which because he was about to slaughter the thing on my landlord’s cream-colored carpet. And who carpets a rental in cream? I hopped out of the tub and into the scattered trash. Wads of things I didn’t even want to think about were stuck to the bottoms of my wet feet.

Since I couldn’t kill it, I had to get rid of it. What did I do to deserve this? I caught sight of myself in the floor to ceiling mirror and tried to ignore the fact that all I could see reflected back at me were my wide blue eyes. What I couldn’t see was the rest of me, the pale skin, the mile long legs and too-generous hips and thighs. The dripping black hair that was sleeked to my scalp. The pointy fangs. None of it, because I was a walking spawn of Satan.

I tossed Beelzebub into the living room, grabbed the tallest glass from my kitchen and played tag with the stupid mouse until I finally scooped it up and slammed a plastic dish over the top. No need to let it try and escape, right? Right.

Then I realized I was still buck-naked, and I had to toss the mouse out into the yard. After I set the glass on my dresser, I snatched my nightshirt off the dirty clothes pile and pulled it over my head. With my Winnie-the-Pooh nighty stuck to my wet skin and the mouse in a glass, I jerked the door open and launched my uninvited guest…right into the broad, scrumptious chest of my worst nightmare.

Andre St. James, the man responsible for turning me into the undead. His large dark-skinned hand snapped out and caught the tail of the mouse. When he brought it up to his eye level, the hairy little guy squeaked in mad terror, prey before a predator. I could relate. I’d had those pale celery-green eyes trained on me enough times to know that I melted into an orgasmic puddle within a few seconds. He dropped the mouse that, like a smart little rodent, ran like hell. Unlike me, who stayed where I was with my mouth agape.

Cynthiana. The way he said my name, with an emphasis on the first syllable, made it sound like something naughty and sinful. His Noo Awlins accent made everything sound naughty. The man could read a phonebook, and

Reviews for Big Girls Don’t Die

[theyodamom · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Sexy vampire with a New Orleans accent, can't go wrong there. OH, it gets better, he is uber rich, loyal and would do anything for he lady love. It is a short quick vampire romance, very enjoyable.