Must Love Ghosts (Banshee Creek Book 1) by Ani Gonzalez

tight top turned around at the sight of Mike's voice. She caught sight of his fatigues and squealed, "Riley."
    Mike stopped, confused. Who was this Riley person?  
    "Oh, no," Abby whispered. "It's the Buffies."
    "The what?"
    The girls turned and stared. They all had brownish hair with gold highlights and dark leather boots.
    "The Buffy clones," Abby hissed, walking quickly. "You know, like in the vampire slayer show? Run!"
    He looked at the girls, bewildered. They looked harmless, well, mostly harmless. One of them was holding a sharp wooden stick, but he didn't think she could do much damage with that.  
    "It's the Initiative," the girl in a leather jacket shouted gleefully. Her companions smiled in tandem, eyes glinting.
    He took a step back. Okay, maybe they weren't so harmless after all.  
    The clones clustered around Mike, backing him against the balustrade. He was completely surrounded. But Abby avoided the onslaught and reached the end of the hallway safely. She looked back and smiled at his predicament.  
    "Oh my god," the shortest clone exclaimed. "You look just like him."
    "No way, this guy's better looking," another said. "The haircut's a mess, though."
    "Don't take her," a skinny clone in a cheerleader uniform said, pushing her friend aside. "Take me ."
    Mike gazed beseechingly at Abby, but she shrugged, silently claiming helplessness. The ersatz vampire slayers huddled around him, blabbering about controlling chips and whatnot. The hallway opened up to the foyer downstairs and he was seriously tempted to leap over the rail and escape.
    He was about to do exactly that, when a loud voice boomed out.
    "Keep it moving, ladies." Caine moved down the hallway, urging the girls forward. "You're holding up the evacuation. "
    The clones tried to stand their ground, but Caine and his posse pushed them inexorably toward the stairs.
      "No, wait." The petite slayer hung on to Mike's arm. "My Spike just dumped me. Be my rebound, Riley," she wailed as one of her friends pulled her toward the exit.
    Caine made sure all the girls made it down the stairs, then turned back to Mike. The biker seemed strangely calm for someone supervising an emergency evacuation.
    "I take it there's no fire," Mike said.
    "Here?" Caine snorted. "We could have a blowtorch juggling exhibition in this place and the flammability risk would be zero." He shook his head. "No, it's those crazy old biddies from the Historical Preservation society trying to sabotage us. They called Fire and Rescue on us."
    Crazy old biddies? Sabotage? Caine was raising doubts about someone else's mental health? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.
    "They're not crazy, Caine," Abby said. "They are just uncomfortable with all the paranormal stuff."
    "And they make their discomfort felt, don't they," Caine spat. "Stupid muggles don't know they're sitting on a gold mine." He scowled fiercely. "Well, they'll find out soon enough."
    Mike tensed. Muggles ? He wasn't much of a reader, but he knew what that word meant, and he found it a bit offensive. Rational human beings who weren't taken in by spooky stories and questionable tales weren't muggles, were they? Perfectly reasonable concerns about safety and security didn't turn one into a mundane antagonist, did they?
    Apparently, in Banshee Creek it did.
    "Are you guys going out the back?" Caine asked.
    Mike nodded.
    "Good idea," Caine replied, heading for the stairs. "I'm going to clear the main floor."
    "Wait," Mike called out. "You wouldn't happen to have a knife on you, would you? Or maybe scissors."
    He felt a sharp pain on his shin. Abby, who'd just jabbed her pointy boot into his leg, was glaring at him.
    "No," Caine said, frowning. "Why do you ask?"
    "No reason," Abby said quickly.
    Caine looked at them strangely then shrugged. "Well, make sure the Zombie Liberation Army made it out. I told them to go, but they just acted dumb and ignored me."
    "They're probably just in character," Abby replied reasonably.
    "Yeah,