This New York Times bestselling author's Undead series is more popular than ever! With her birthday coming up, Betsy isn't in the best frame of mind to face the powerful European vampires who have finally come to pay their respects. Playing politics is not her strong suit, especially... read more
I tapped my pencil on the pad, trying to come up with a plan to tell my fiancé, Eric Sinclair, that I had decided to completely give up the blood-drinking thing. I figured being the vampire queen had a few advantages—as it was, every vampire I'd ever known had to drink every day, even Eric.... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
I tapped my pencil on the pad, trying to come up with a plan to tell my fiancé, Eric Sinclair, that I had decided to completely give up the blood-drinking thing. I figured being the vampire queen had a few advantages—as it was, every vampire I'd ever known had to drink every day, even Eric. But I could go up to a week without so much as a drop of O-neg. So, in honor of my birthday, and being in this job for a year, I figured I'd give it up completely. I would be in a blood-free zone!
Vampire Queen Betsy Taylor already has plenty on her plate. For one thing, next week is her birthday—the big 3-1 in human years, and one in undead years. (Yes, she bit the dust on her birthday last year.) On top of that, she still has wedding plans to finalize—and it's not helping that the prospective groom is avoiding anything to do with it. And then there's her decision to stop drinking blood—something she has yet to share with Eric Sinclair, her fiancé—who also happens to be the vampire king.
The last thing she wants to deal with is uninvited guests, even if they happen to be the powerful European vampires who have finally come to pay their respects the week before her birthday. Some of them don't want Betsy as their queen and will do anything to get ride of her. As if turning 30 last year (not to mention dying) hadn't been traumatic enough. And trying to give up blood is making her really cranky.
“"They're all like something out of the Boogie Nights prop drawer. I mean, what year is this? I'd pay two hundred bucks not to wear them." / "No need for that," Eric Sinclair said, ignoring my yelp and Jessica's flinch. He was worse than Tina. Where she slithered silently, he teleported like an alien. A tall, broadshouldered, dark-haired, dark-eyed, yummilicious alien.”Elizabeth Betsy Taylor
“One night I'd have to get his whole life story out of him. It wouldn't be easy. When there wasn't a crisis at hand, he was about as chatty as a brick.”Elizabeth Betsy Taylor
“Are you trying to pick me up?" I asked irritably, "or overthrow me?”Elizabeth Betsy Taylor
“"I'm glad it's your problem and not mine," my sister said cheerfully, because she'd taken Unhelpful Pills this week.”Laura Goodman
“Darling, you are my soul and my life, but this is not even remotely about you.”Eric Sinclair
“It never failed—I'd buy a new journal, write like a madwoman for ten pages, then lose total interest in the process. Three months later, I'd start the whole process all over again. I think I just liked buying new notebooks.”Elizabeth Betsy Taylor
“Whatever sustains your fragile young male ego.”Elizabeth Betsy Taylor
“Anything sounds bad when you put 'mindless' and 'sucking' in front of it.”Elizabeth Betsy Taylor
“"He's pretty dead," I observed.”Elizabeth Betsy Taylor
The dead man’s pants are ringing,” Tina said, somewhat needlessly.Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
Our magical, culturally meaningless evening looms before me like a sweet hippopotamus of joy.”Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
“Our heir,” Sinclair observed, “is a hairless, incontinent monkey. With frog legs.”Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
The phone, the fucking phone! People used it the way they used to use the cat-o’-nine-tails. You had to drop everything and answer the fucking thing. And God help you if you were home and, for whatever reason, didn’t answer.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
No! Hull integrity would not hold! She’s losing it, Captain, she’s losing it!Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
Nothing triggers Maslowian self-actualization like getting body-slammed by a Pontiac Aztek.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
made a mental note to get her alone and find out just what had made the incredible upward journey deep into her large intestine.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
Sophie pointed a trembling finger at Alonzo. “He killed me. He murdered me.”Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
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