Also by this author: Ready to Were, Tallulah's Temptation (Sea Shenanigans #1), Witch Glitch
Vampyres don’t exist. They absolutely do not exist.
At least I didn’t think they did ‘til I tried to quit smoking and ended up Undead. Who in the hell did I screw over in a former life that my getting healthy equates with dead?
Now I’m a Vampyre. Yes, we exist whether we want to or not. However, I have to admit, the perks aren’t bad. My girls no longer jiggle, my ass is higher than a kite and the latest Prada keeps finding its way to my wardrobe. On the downside, I’m stuck with an obscenely profane Guardian Angel who looks like Oprah and a Fairy Fighting Coach who’s teaching me to annihilate like the Terminator.
To complicate matters, my libido has increased to Vampyric proportions and my attraction to a hotter than Satan’s underpants killer rogue Vampyre is not only dangerous . . . it’s possibly deadly. For real dead. Permanent death isn’t on my agenda. Avoiding him is my only option. Of course, since he thinks I’m his, it’s easier said than done. Like THAT’S not enough to deal with, all the other Vampyres think I’m some sort of Chosen One.
Holy Hell, if I’m in charge of saving an entire race of blood suckers, the Undead are in for one hell of a ride.
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Another series by Robyn Peterman that had the first book free. Before you say anything, or even think it, yes I have bought some of the follow on books. I needed something that checked the right boxes. Short, Sweet, Snarky, Sexy. Robyn and her three books; this one, Switching Hour and Something to Wear really got me back in mode.
This story has another snarky ass female in it. Slightly different plot, okay widely different plot. Astrid wants to give up smoking, and is pretty mundane. Oh she teaches art to senior citizens. That is important. So she thinks that going to a hypnotherapist she can make it happen. While waiting for the Hypnotherapist, an exotic woman comes up to her, knows her name, and therefore must be the aforementioned therapist. Only she wasn’t, and Astrid woke up a vampyre. Yes, with a y. She is not alone though, she has some ethereal beings to help her, a best friend that let’s her drink all the ice cream ladened blood she wants, and maybe a FWB?
Oh and she gets different houses trying to vy for her membership by buying her stuff. She likes the finer things in life and the houses are more than willing to buy her what she wants. Once she picks the one she wants, sort of, she meets the man of her dreams, or nightmares, it really is hard to determine. Not only does she have to navigate new vampyre stuff, but also friend stuff, ethereal stuff, everyday kind of stuff.
This story is a lot like Something to Were in that the main character is a snarky, smart, sexy female. They are also a little naive, but their smartass attitude gets them in more trouble than the naivety. I can connect with them on a deep level. The writing isn’t difficult to read, and I am sure that some people may find it somewhat mundane, and the plot isn’t what you would call complex, but it is a fun read. Sometimes that is all you need in life.