It's been a helluva week for Betsy Taylor. First, she loses her job. Then, to top things off, she's killed in a car accident. But what really bites (besides waking up in the morgue dressed in a pink suit and cheap shoes courtesy of her stepmother) is that she can't seem to stay dead. Every night she rises, with a horrible craving for blood. She' not taking too well to a liquid diet.
Worst of all, her new friends have the ridiculous idea that Betsy is the prophesied vampire queen, and they want her help in overthrowing the most obnoxious, power-hungry vampire in five centuries-a badly dressed Bela Lugosi wannabe, natch. Frankly, Betsy couldn't care less about vamp politics, but they have a powerful weapon of persuasion: designer shoes. How can any self-respecting girl say no? But a collection of Ferragamos isn't the only temptation for Betsy. It's just a lot safer than the scrumptious Sinclair-a seductive bloodsucker whose sexy gaze seems as dangerous as a stake through the heart...
Seriously, if you were a vampire would you want your queen to be named Betsy? No me! I mean she doesn't even act like a vampire. Going out in the sun, telling her parents that she is a vampire, it is almost like she is trying to get her self killed. OK, enough ranting about Betsy because in truth I like her a lot. She kick butt without even trying! All for the love of shoes. Bribery will get Sinclair almost everything he wants from Betsy. Can't wait to read more of Betsy's adventures!
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