My name is Sarah Dearly, and I've got major problems. Last month, I was turned into a vampire by the world's worst blind date. Then I may have, totally by accident, started a war between the mostly peaceful bloodsuckers and a bunch of sociopathic vamp hunters who have nicknamed me the Slayer of Slayers.
Now I'm being used as bait to draw out the hunters' bad-ass leader, while my gorgeous 600-year-old boyfriend Thierry seems to be blowing me off, and my sizzle-hot, fanged friend Quinn is trying to turn my self-defense lessons into make-out sessions. So you know what? I'm done. I've had it. There comes a time when a vamp has to just suck it up and go after what she wants. And as soon as I figure out what that is, that's exactly what I'll do...
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Posted April 18, 2011 by MamaMeme , OKCI think I like paranormal romance books because there is so much violence in the real world, I like the escape of a world that may...or may not...exist; a world of vampires and shape shifters. Michelle Rowen has woven a five book series that begins with "Bitten and Smitten."
"Fang and Fabulous" is book two of the series, telling more adventures in the story of Sarah Dearly. When Sarah has a bad day, it is much worse than simply a bad hair day or runners in stockings. Rowen's main character has so many things that happens to her in the span of a single day that you simply have to chucke, hold on and go along with the ride. I love the character of Sarah Dearly and found myself identifying with her misfortunes.
Warning: it is addictive. If you like Rowen's style, you can't stop with book one...you'll have to read the whole series.
June 29, 2007
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Excerpt from Fanged and Fabulous by Michelle Rowen
Jogging is great exercise. Running for your life--even better.
At least that's what I tried to tell myself.
It was the new jogging suit that did it. I felt all J. Lo in my fuchsia velour (admittedly a little outdated, but happily purchased for half price) out for a quick, late-afternoon jog. Feeling good in the cold but fresh February air with my newest pair of very dark sunglasses firmly in place.
I guess I shouldn't have smiled at the cute young guy by the hot dog cart outside of my apartment building. Firstly, because, hello? I'm taken, thank you very much.
Secondly, because of the whole "fang" situation.
Fangs never seem to go over very well with vampire hunters.
Next thing I know, instead of getting a modest workout--surprisingly enough, a diet of diluted blood is not calorie-free--I was hightailing it through a nearly deserted park with a hunter on my Reebok-clad heels.
I shot a look over my shoulder. "Leave me alone!"
"Stop running, vampire!" he hollered.
I eyed the wooden stake he had in his right hand, and then picked up my pace, darting past a couple of speed walkers who didn't bother to give us a second glance.
Almost an entire month had gone by without seeing a single hunter. A very good month. Enough for me to let down my guard way too much.
"I'll catch you!" the hunter shouted from a few steps behind me. "So why don't you stop running and save me some time?"
I jumped up as we passed an overhang of evergreens and grabbed at the nearest icicle. Then I stopped abruptly and spun around to face him with the sharp piece of ice clenched in my hand.
He skidded to a halt, almost slamming right into me, and looked at me with confusion. "You stopped."
"I'm trying to be more proactive these days. Come near me and this--" I indicated my drippy weapon "--is going through your eyeball."
My heart was beating so hard and fast I thought it might burst out of my chest like the slimy creature in Alien. Vampire hearts beat just as hard as human hearts. I never thought they did before I became one. I used to think that vampires were undead. But they aren't. They're just another kind of alive. Heartbeat mandatory to stay that way, otherwise what difference would that famous wooden stake make?
Hunter-boy was actually kind of cute. Probably in his early twenties, with fashionably shaggy dark hair, a thin but attractive face, and brown puppy-dog eyes. He wore a black leather jacket over . . . beige Dockers?
I could totally take him.
"Proactive?" He raised an eyebrow and shifted the stake to his other hand. The frozen air puffed out of his mouth with every breath he took.
I shivered, and it wasn't just from the temperature. "Yeah, that's acting in advance to deal with an expected difficulty. I looked it up. It means that instead of running like a chicken with my head cut off--pardon the cliche--I will confront my attacker and deal with the situation in a calm yet forceful manner."
"You're smart for a vampire," he said.
I raised my eyebrows at that. "Really?"
"A vampire who's about to die."
I tensed and curled my other hand into a fist. I'd been going to self-defense fitness classes with my best friend Amy for a couple of weeks. It was true that only a few hour-long lessons probably weren't going to earn me any major ass-kicking awards, but I felt a little more confident about my current woman-in-jeopardy situation. A little.
Proactive with a capital P. That's me.
Okay, now I was shivering and sweating. I take it back. I wasn't confident. Not in the slightest.
Hunter-boy was going to stake me. Easily.
"What's your name?" I blurted out.
"Is that short for anything?"
"Yeah, it's short for 'I'm going to kill you now.'" He frowned. "Why are you still talking?"