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Lil swipes some of the casino’s security tapes to shed light on the evening’s hazy events, but what she finds can make a vamp’s blood run even colder.
Instead of her trip to the altar, the tapes reveal explosive footage of a poker game gone horribly wrong—a game which could launch an all-out war between the bloodsuckers and their werewolf brethren.
A vivacious vampire with a flair for accessorizing, Lil Marchette is unlike most of her kind.
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When Lil meets geeky vampire Francis Deville, she knows he’s the perfect first client. If I were so inclined, I could easily use my family's green to find a suitable apartment in Manhattan (complete with a live-in maid, which is almost worth being eternally indebted to my folks considering the fact that I hate to clean) and go to work for my father managing his New York University location of Midnight Moe's. Personally, I wouldn't be caught dead in a Hawaiian-print anything. I'd rather drink my dinner out of a martini glass and follow it up with a cosmopolitan chaser.
If she can hook up Francis–after a little revamping, of course–she will prove her skills to the vampire community and turn DED into the hottest dating service in the Big Apple. I'm a single, hot, happening vampire with a flair for accessorizing, a handful of super-sweet friends--literally--and a very expensive therapist. Likewise, why would I crawl into a Sunsation 5000 when Clinique makes the most rockin' sunless tanning spray in the perfect shade of medium gold? I don't care for pale peach, either, but I do have highlights and I'm definitely a nonconformist (aka the daughter that was switched at birth or so my mother tells the women in her Happy Hunting Club). I don't prowl the streets, biting unsuspecting victims (unless he's really, really cute). I don't go all orgasmic at the mention of Marilyn Manson. The guy is so totally unhot, even if he does have the whole night-creature look going on.) Nor am I a cold, ruthless, unfeeling bitch, unless you're the Princess Colette du Guilliam, the blond-haired, blue-eyed slut who stole my very first boyfriend. I sleep in a king-sized bed on a pillow-top mattress (yum).
But just as her business takes off, Lil meets the (literally) drop-dead gorgeous bounty hunter Ty Bonner, who is hot on the chase of a serial killer.
Instantly drawn to the luscious vamp stud, Lil really wants a taste.