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THERE'S NOTHING UGLIER THAN A VAMPIRE SINGING "FEELINGS"
If I hadn't seen it for myself, I'd swear it couldn't be true: my
brother, Christian, living in a trailer park in some backwater town,
working at a karaoke bar. We're talking about Christian, the cultured,
the refined, the snobby. The guy who'd probably sniff the plasma packets and send 'em back in a huff if the blood type wasn't the right vintage. But after centuries of living in the undead fastlane, he's made up his mind that this is exactly where he needs to spend the rest of eternity, atoning for his many, many, sins. It's a self-imposed purgatory complete with lawn ornaments and blaring country music.
But sometimes things just don't work out like you think they will.
Sometimes your hell can turn into your heaven. And thanks to Christian's
chatty neighbor and boss, Jolee, things seem to be getting a whole lot
nicer in Shady Fork Mobile Estates. Not that either of them has the
first idea how to have a normal relationship-we are talking about a
woman's who's only dated dead-beats, and a guy who's only dated the
dead. Nobody's perfect.
Still, it's a start for Mr. Rebel Vamp Without a Cause. And fortunately
he still has me, Rhys Young, and our younger brother, Sebastian, to help
him. We plan to show Christian that eveyone deserves a second chance,
and winning his beer-slinging, country-singing beauty is a great
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Adams and me in a little sexy, holiday cheer!
I'LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS by Kathy Love
Seven years ago, Rob Marsten chose work over the love of his life, Erica. Now, a snowstorm and a car rental mix-up leads to a reunion, and this time, Rob will show Erica exactly how much he wants her... |
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LOVE BITES.
There are Christmas mornings and then there are
Christmas mornings like this one: watching my brother, Rhys, swagger
through our New York City apartment...smiling. We are talking about
Rhys, the detached, surly and annoying; the man who turned brooding into
an art form. But he's not brooding now. No, he's practically threatening
to pistol whip me for shaking hands with the beautiful, sweet,
half-dressed creature named Jane who just tried to sneak out of his
bedroom. Weird. And who knew Brother Grim even had a sex drive?
But it isn't just the smiling and the sudden
libido that has me freaked out. Something terrible happened last night,
something that made my brother break his own rule and save the life of a
mortal. Whatever it was, now he doesn't remember anything from the past
two hundred years. He wants Jane so bad that he's forcing himself to
forget he's a vampire, taking himself back to a time before he crossed
over and our family was destroyed. He's sauntering around the place like
a Regency viscount with an English accent, saying things like "I behaved
like a randy, soused caper-wit." Did we ever really talk like that? So,
Rhys doesn't know he's a vampire, and neither does Jane. This is what we
call a problem.
All I know is, this mortal woman has managed to
touch my brother's frozen heart, and I, Sebastian Young, will do
whatever it takes to help him keep her... |
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FATE, YOU ARE ON MY BAD SIDE
You have got to be kidding me! On a night like this, when most sane people are home to escape a blinding snowstorm, I happen to run into Millbrook’s biggest jerk, Nathaniel Peck, the boy who broke my heart at my junior prom. The one who kissed me on a dare and let his buddies laugh at me. Well, eat dirt, Nathaniel Peck, because you might have noticed me on the covers of a few magazines under the heading: Supermodel. I live in New York City now. I will be leaving as soon as the weather clears. And frankly, if it were a choice between kissing you or braving downed electrical wires, I’d have to think about it.
It’s official: I’ve regressed. It’s just that I can’t stand the Cult of Nathaniel Peck that has come over this town. Okay, so he is Chief of Police. So he did make sure I got home safely. So he didn’t try anything funny with me. So that old smirk has been replaced by a sexy, sad smile… No. People just do not change that much. Somewhere inside Nate is the same leering, conniving womanizer I remember. And I intend to prove it… |
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This can't be happening
Is he flirting with me? I must be imagining things. Why would Mason Sweet, the gorgeous mayor of Millbrook, Maine, the man I've secretly been in love with since the seventh grade, flirt with me? He's the town golden boy, and I'm, well, the local librarian. The Stepp sister who stayed close to home. The one who bakes brownies...then eats them all. My thighs make that whick-whick-whick sound in pantyhose. He can't possibly be flirting with me. So why is he giving me that melt-you-where-you-stand look? Why is he pulling me close? And what is he whispering in my ear?
Sorry, could you repeat that? Now I'm hearing things, because I swear Mason just asked me if I'd like to...well, he wasn't asking for a book recommendation, let's put it that way. Oh my, my, my. Okay, Ellie, stop blushing like a teenage girl. I'm sure he didn't mean it. Maybe I should just alphabetize something. Be the good girl everyone expects. Eat another brownie. Forget this ever happened. So why is it I can't stop myself from saying, "Yes...." |
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NOTE TO SELF:
Remind me to have my head examined. What exactly possessed me to come home to Millbrook, Maine, where nothing changes but the weather? Oh, right. A six-month grant to do genetics research at Rand laboratories. What can I say—I’m a smart girl. And smart girls get what they need and get out again. Smart girls don’t dream, they settle. And smart girls do not get completely tongue-tied while holding a basket of fried clams when they bump into the most gorgeous man they haven’t seen in fifteen years: Chase Jordan.
Remind me to have my hormones removed. Chase Jordan. Town bad boy. Rebel with a cause to show up in my dreams unannounced. Oh boy, this is not good. Not smart. It’s like high school all over again. But in a good way. A heart-thumping way. An I-have-no-idea-what’s-going-to-happen way. A way that’s making me feel like maybe settling for what I have isn’t so smart…but really going after what I want is the craziest thing I may ever do... |
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