When I requested a sample of this novel for my Kindle and read the first couple of pages, I clicked "Buy Now" immediately and was amped to keep reading. Sadly, my hopes were dashed somewhere around chapter three when I realized that the "vapid Gina" act wasn't really an act, it was the real deal....
This book is about a girl named Gina who gets turned into a vampire on prom night, and later dies. Three days later Gina wakes up in her coffin six feet under groung. With her new vampire skills she is able to get out by pushing her was out. Soon later geeky vamped Boby comes by with two Macy's s...
You know that old phrase "all dressed up and no where to go"? For me, this describes Vamped perfectly. Told in first person, we meet Gina, an interesting, savvy, hilarious narrator (with a killer fashion sense) who gets turned into a vamp. I loved her voice, I loved the way she saw the world and ...
He was, in fact, spitting mad, which put me in mind of the Tasmanian Devil spitting and whirling and taking down everything in his path. I had to stifle a smile at the thought, lest that path of destruction include me. “Why the hell didn’t you call,...
No doubt someone would come looking for the girl who’d reported the accident, but we had a little time. The first responders would be too focused on helping those who needed them. I’d purposely left my cell phone back at the van. There was nothing incriminating in the call...
Damn shoes. I kicked them off, thinking the forest could totally reclaim them for all I cared, and sprinted toward the sound, leaving Ulric behind to “What the hell?” me. He caught up quickly and grabbed my shoulder, but I yanked it away again, still running but rememberin...
Passed out was more like it—a rumbling snore going as he sprawled over more than his fair share of the bed. On top of the sheets, of course, so that it was impossible for me to slide underneath. On top of all that, he was wearing boxers, by which I knew how upset he was. If I’d been forgiven, he’...
Sure, the sword itself had done damage to those I’d petrified, and maybe that would be enough, but…damn this transformation. Why couldn’t it come with a handy-dandy set of rules, like the Gremlins. “Don’t feed after midnight” and all that jazz. But, oh no, I had to learn as I went. For all I knew...
It might be fire-damaged or condemned. It was most certainly dangerous. I debated waiting until tomorrow night when I could return with a man and a plan. Bobby’d proven himself a whiz kid at breaking and entering in the past; I could totally break, and probably enter, thou...