Genre: Urban Fantasy
ISBN: 978-0692211496
Book
Length: 278 pages
Publisher:
World Weaver Press
Synopsis
A reluctant vampire hunter, stalking New York City as only
a scorned bride can.
Elle Dupree has her life
all figured out: first a wedding, then her Ph.D., then swank faculty parties
where she’ll serve wine and cheese and introduce people to her husband the
lawyer.
But those plans disintegrate
when she walks in on a vampire draining the blood from her fiancé Greg.
Horrified, she screams and runs--not away from the vampire, but toward it,
brandishing a wooden letter opener.
As she slams the improvised
stake into the vampire’s heart, a team of black-clad men bursts into the
apartment. Turning around to face them, Elle discovers that Greg’s body is
gone—and her perfect life falls apart.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Margo Bond Collins is the author of a number of novels,
including Waking Up Dead, Fairy, Texas, and Legally Undead. She lives in Texas with her husband, their
daughter, and several spoiled pets. She teaches college-level English courses
online, though writing fiction is her first love. She enjoys reading urban
fantasy and paranormal fiction of any genre and spends most of her free time
daydreaming about vampires, ghosts, zombies, werewolves, and other monsters.
Excerpt:
The worst thing
about vampires is that they're dead. That whole wanting to suck your blood
business runs a close second, but for sheer creepiness, it's the dead bit that
gets me every time. They're up and walking around and talking and sucking
blood, but they're dead. And then there's the whole terminology
problem--how can you kill something that's already dead? It's just wrong.
I was twenty-four
the first time I . . . destroyed? dispatched? . . . a vampire. That's when I
found out that all the books and movies are wrong. When you stick a wooden
stake into their hearts, vampires don't disintegrate into dust. They don't
explode. They don't spew blood everywhere. They just look surprised, groan, and
collapse into a pile of corpse. But at least they lie still then, like corpses
are supposed to.
Since that first
kill (I might as well use the word--there really isn’t a better one), I've
discovered that only if you're lucky do vampires look surprised before they
groan and fall down. If you're unlucky and miss the heart, they look angry. And
then they fight.
There are the
other usual ways to kill vampires, of course, but these other ways can get a
bit complicated. Vampires are notoriously difficult to trick into sunlight.
They have an uncanny ability to sense when there's any sunlight within miles of
them, and they're awfully good at hiding from it. Holy water doesn't kill them;
it just distracts them for a while, and then they get that angry look again.
And it takes a pretty big blade to cut off someone's head--even an already dead
someone--and carrying a great big knife around New York City, even the Bronx,
is a sure way to get arrested. Nope, pointy sticks are the best way to go, all
the way around.
My own pointy
stick is actually more of a little knife with wood inlay on the blade--the
metal makes it slide in easier. I had the knife specially made by an old
Italian guy in just about the only ratty part of Westchester, north of the
city. I tried to order one off the internet, but it turns out that while it’s
easy to find wood-inlay handles, the blades themselves tend to be metal. Fat
lot those people know.
But I wasn’t thinking
any of this when I pulled the knife out of the body on the ground. I was
thinking something more along the lines of “Oh, bloody hell. Not again.”
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