Her blood dripped into the ice. Slender red ribbons twirled around and over the cubes, tinting the shimmering mix darker shades of crimson. Rose Leary stared at her injured hand.She wouldn’t have predicted so much blood. The chipped top to the damned Absolut bottle had barely nicked her, but big drops still stained her cuff and tainted the ice in the martini shaker. Vampire cocktail, straight up, hold the tissue. She squeezed her finger, blotted it with a napkin, and threw the ice into the sink.
“That’s it. Last call.”
One Too Many continues the Rose Leary Series.