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It is light hearted and the characters are likable and interesting, each in their own way. They also have experienced loss and are experiencing the pains of growing up. Then when you mix a little supernatural and eerie vampires in the pot and let's not forget the hot, biker, half-vampire, Valentine, it makes a very interesting cocktail.
I hope you give me a shot and read my book. I think you'll enjoy it and especially the thrills and chills and experiencing first love all over again. Or maybe this is your first... ThanksJo
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When the man reached my side, he planted himself down on the sand facing me, a cigarette, burned to the butt, clung to his bottom lip,along with an odor of sweat and beer. I leaned away, trying not to cringe."Bonjour!" he drawled in a deep throaty French. I recognized his accent. The usual Cajun French in these parts. But he didn't have to utter a word for me to decide if I liked him. His long inky hair knotted in tangles and his ragged jeans speckled with grime gave me reason enough not to care for his company. Judging by his sharp chiseled face, he had a couple of years on everyone else. "Why the sad face?" he asked.
I eyed him with suspicion. "I'm not sad."
"You're frowning the size of the Grand Canyon." He grinned."Allow me to introduce myself. I am Diablo, a friend of Wendy's." He flipped his cigarette off to the side and blew a stream of gray smoke from his thin lips. "And you are?"
"Micki Brown," I answered and then rushed to ask, "Where is Wendy?" I craned my neck. A spurt of hope shot through me. The Cajun didn't reply. He preferred roaming his lustful eyes over my body like he was photographing me for some lewd hobby later. I tightened my thin shawl over my shoulders.
"Don't worry, babee. I have plenty of wine. Oui?" he offered, holding up the same ruby-jeweled bottle he continued to grip tight to his hairy chest.
I inspected the strange liquid. Its consistency reminded me of syrup, too thick for wine. A sudden compulsion rooted through me. "Uh... thanks but no thanks. I have a drink." I eyed the Cajun with caution. "I need to get home. Where is Wendy?" I scooted to the edge of my chair.
"Ne pars pas. No rush. Enjoy!" He nudged my arm.
"I can't," I answered. "My dad's expecting me home."
"Permit me to help ease your difficultés, oui?" He brushed past my decline. "Come. Enjoy. Allow me to offer you some wine until Wendy returns," he smiled too sweetly, extending the bottle to me.
"Where did she go?" The Cajun ignored my question. "I hear you're new to our gang."
"Uh... I'm new to town," I corrected him.
"Ahheee!" he sang a catchy phrase known to the locals. "With that attitude, no wonder Wendy left." He belted a mocking laugh.
I snapped my head up. "Wendy's not coming back?" Alarm lodged in my throat.
"No, problème. I got you covered. Laissez les bons temps rouler! Good times are here. Let's numb our troubles together, yes?" he winked.
I shoved the bottle from my face. "I don't drink." I shot him a pointed glare.
Though he didn't get my subtle hint. The Cajun leaned closer with breath smelling of rotten eggs. "Petite fille,we are delighted that you've come to join our coven."
"Whose coven?" my brows furrowed.
"Do you think you are here by chance?"
"I don't understand."A chill nipped the hairs on the back of my neck.
"Let me show you.Oui?" Without warning, the Cajun leaped to his feet. His skin paled like chalk, and blue veins jutted from his face and neck. "Do you think I am asking?" He drew back his lips revealing two razor-sharp fangs.
Terror pierced my heart. I bolted to my feet, knocking the chair to the sand. I threw my palms up, stepping back. I forced myself to smile, etching away. "I-I-I have to go home." My mind rushed with panic.
The Cajun snared my arm and thrust the bottle into my face."The wine is a mixture of mystical blood. Drink and experience immortality. Refuse and die."
"Blood? And immortal life? What are you, a vampire?" I burst into laughter, verging on hysteria. "You're insane!"
Baring his fangs, the Cajun snatched me up into his arms and flung me to the ground. I landed on my head with a hard thud jarring my brain into confusion. When the haze lifted, horror pierced my mind. Throttling me, the Cajun squeezed his long fingers around my neck, choking the life from me. I opened my mouth to rake in air, but instead,he forced the crimson liquid down my throat. The blood smelled of human waste and tasted like decay. I fought, gagging, spewing the foul blood back into the Cajun's face. Each second passing, my mind faded into unconsciousness.
Suddenly the weight lifted, and air poured into my lungs. I rose up on my elbows, hacking up the remains. Sobbing and trembling, all I could think about was showering and burning my blood-stained clothes that swaddled me in stench. I spied the bottle beside me shattered into pieces, laying in a puddle of crimson. Relief welled up in my heart. Good!Diablo couldn't force anyone else to drink that foul stuff. My eyes lifted, combing the parking lot. I noticed the bikes were gone. The Cajun and the other biker had disappeared, leaving nothing but dust in the wind. The only one in sight was the boy. My gaze locked on his broad shoulders as he stood over my body like a guard dog. He turned and spoke for the first time tonight. "Get up!" he bit out and then in a rush, he grabbed my upper arm, hauling me to my feet. "I'm taking you home."
"Is this some sick prank?" I choked out, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Ignoring my question and in cold silence, the boy dragged me by my arm across the lot. His eyes roamed the parameter as if he expected the return of his friends. We came to a halt at a Harley parked under the street light next to where Ella had parked her Beetle. Shivering uncontrollably, the sea breeze nipped at my skin with no mercy as I clung to my shawl. The boy paused, eyeing me from head to toe. In an attempt of chivalry, he shrugged off his leather jacket and tossed it over my shoulders. "Take my coat." His icy tone confused me. "You're going into shock."
"Thank you," I muttered through tears, avoiding eye contact.
He straddled his bike and then turned to me, extending his hand to mine. I accepted his kind gesture and climbed on back. "Hang on tight,"he tossed over his shoulder. I nodded, locking my arms around his waist. Fast and furious and topping a hundred miles, I buried my face into his back, shutting my eyes tight and clinging to his firm waist for dear life. I distracted my mind by envisioning the warmth of my shower and my soft bed. A short time later, we rolled up in front of my house. I hopped off the bike in a rush. A sense of excitement rippled over me. I made it home alive and safe. I plodded up the drive about mid-way when I remembered the boy. I turned back to him and forced a faint smile. "Uh... thanks."
His face grew solemn. "Stay away from Wendy and her gang."
"Do your friends play this sort of prank on people often? I mean feeding people fake blood." The sting of ire struck me.
He scratched his five o'clock shadow, looking at me from under his sooty lashes. "Stay away from them."
A sudden spark of sarcasm rolled off my tongue. "Maybe you should take your own advice." I had marked those she-devils and their bikers off the friend's list hours ago, but I was curious to hear his version. For all I knew, he could've been part of this insidious prank.
A sardonic expression tarnished his lush lips. "Nice meeting you, Micki Brown. And watch those corners at school." He gunned his Harley speeding away into the night. I stood wide-eyed, watching him fade away under the streetlamps that bathed the neighborhood with a gentle yellow glow. A chill glided under my shirt, and all at once, I longed for the safety of my house.
- ASIN : B07WGJS1JL
- Publisher : Shadow City - A Next Chapter Imprint; 2nd edition (November 9, 2019)
- Publication date : November 9, 2019
- Language: : English
- File size : 2082 KB
- Simultaneous device usage : Unlimited
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print length : 342 pages
- Page numbers source ISBN : 1703869311
- Lending : Enabled
- Best Sellers Rank: #646,143 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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From that point, Micki was struggling with sickness. Valentine tried to help her and warn her about her changing but at first Micki didn’t want to accept it. When she finally believed Valentine, she, her best friend and Valentine set out to reverse curse, hoping to destroy the sire responsible. But no one knew who the sire is. The story gets really twisted and the romance between Valentine and Micki grows. Candy, Micki’s sidekick is cute and comical. I like his southern accent and funny slang. The ending doesn’t disappoint.
Great story. Love the story all the way through.
But he may be a tad late to the party because Micki's already met beautiful, brooding vamp Valentine who is hellbent on watching over her, even during inappropriate times. This brings out the green gills in Wendy-- who may or may not be his witchy girlfriend-- and thus begins the plotting with her sidekick sycophants.
Throw in a blood guzzling bonfire, cruel cajun bikers, Micki's mysterious symptoms, a Sanhaim harvest hoedown, and poor Candy has his hands full when they're not already on his sassy hips.
Wilde is crafty with quirky character development and gives a peek of just enough picturesque description to plunk us in the midst of Eastwick's best-kept secret. Feeling for Micki Lea having to be the new girl in school, we yearn for Valentine's lush lips (which just might rival Edward's), watch our back around Wendy, and want to emit bile chunks at the vile vampire gang. But most of all we wish Candy was our tell-it-like-it-is BFF. With him at her side, Micki doesn't need garlic, but he brings it anyway.
I highly recommend this YA paranormal romance thriller for teens and adults who love YA.
This YA paranormal tale is a gender bent take on The Lost Boys. If you're searching for such a story, it's entertaining. It's a nice change of pace that the protagonist has a kind and understanding father instead of having to rebel against everyone. Micki dealing with the divorce of her parents and their new lives after the fact is well done. If you're a fan of the original Lost Boys, this story may get on your nerves. Instead of the Frog Brothers, you have the gay best friend, and there are vampy biker toughs. There is even the wacky grandfather who has a line at the end almost exactly like the grandfather did in the movie. The twist is the same. Why the character on the cover has swords, I don't know. There are no swords involved in the story.
In her first week at the high school, she runs afoul of the local "mean girls" and soon discovers that she has been chosen by, is expected to become the mate of a vampire, and the beginning of the transformation to make her his has been forced upon her. Talk about a rough first week in a new school! How does one deal with learning they are becoming a vampire? And can she discover a way to stop it before it is too late?
I enjoyed reading this book. It was an interesting young adult vampire story that touched upon a number of themes that do affect teenagers today. The main character did not willingly choose to drink the vampire’s blood that was forced upon her, which is something that I could easily see happening at almost any teenage party involving drinking in the world today. And her responses were very realistic given the situation she found herself in.
I do feel that the book could have used another round with an editor/proofreader to smooth out some of the typos, but the story was still worth reading and quite enjoyable despite the errors I ran across. I was glad that I took the time to read it.
Top reviews from other countries
This book was a pageturner for me. I enjoyed it immensely.
This one is targeted for YA and I think it will be very popular with teens.
Micki is a troubled teen after her parents divorce.
She gets into a little trouble and is sent to live with her Dad in Louisiana.
That’s where more trouble seems to finds Mick and her new bestie, Candy, while she tries to keep herself and her loved ones safe from forces she believed were a myth!
Looking forward to the next book in this series “The Haunting” ❣️