Jessica Rules the Dark Side (Jessica's Guide Series #2)

Jessica Rules the Dark Side (Jessica's Guide Series #2)

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by Beth Fantaskey

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A teen adjusts to her new role as a vampire princess in the suspenseful sequel to Jessica's Guide to Dating on the Dark Side.See more details below


A teen adjusts to her new role as a vampire princess in the suspenseful sequel to Jessica's Guide to Dating on the Dark Side.

Editorial Reviews

School Library Journal
Gr 8 Up—In this sequel to Jessica's Guide to Dating on the Dark Side (Harcourt, 2009), Fantaskey weaves a darker story dealing with deception, betrayal, treachery, and deceit, all overcome by friendship, perseverance, loyalty, and love. Jessica Packwood fulfills her destiny of returning to Romania, claiming her title as a Dragomir Princess and marrying her vampire love, Lucius Vladescu. Their marriage ends an age-old feud, and for the first time there is the possibility of peace between rival clans. Unfortunately, not all of the vampire royals support this marriage or the upcoming call for confidence that will acknowledge the pair as their king and queen. Lucius, a born leader, has been raised for his future role, but Jessica doubts she can live up to his expectations. Then the unthinkable occurs—Lucius is accused of the murder of a powerful clan member and imprisoned. Distraught and alone in a country where she doesn't know the language or customs, Jessica turns to her best friend, Mindy Sue, for support. With help from mysterious Raniero, she takes action to bring a killer to justice and save the one person she loves. Jessica's inability to cope and her lack of self-confidence are disappointing and seem to make the story drag. Readers will applaud cunning Mindy along with doomed Raniero for adding depth to the plot and shaking things up. A good read but not as satisfying as the first volume.—Donna Rosenblum, Floral Park Memorial High School, NY
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"Will keep teens riveted until the last page is turned."--VOYA "Fantaskey’s grasp of teen obsessions and realistic dialogue will keep readers satisfied."--Booklist
Children's Literature - Heather Robertson Mason
The good news is Jessica Packwood has finally married handsome young vampire Lucias. The bad news: she now must now take her dead mother's position as ruler of all vampires...and those who she is supposed to rule over are not happy about it. The vampire culture is filled with lying, deceitfulness and distrust; and her beloved husband may or may not have changed from that life. He's on trial for killing his uncle. Jessica must learn the customs of these ancient creatures, take charge of the council, and try to clear her husband's name...if he's innocent. This book is a decent story and the vampire culture is well-thought out, especially in the resistance to the reforms Lucias and Jessica are trying to make. The murder mystery is intriguing, and while there are plenty of clues, it is hard to figure out who actually held the stake that killed Lucias' uncle. This is a sequel to Jessica's Guide to Dating on the Dark Side, however lovers of that story may be a little disappointed. The first book had a lively sense of humor and poked fun at many vampire myths, while this book is far more serious. The first relied on the traditional love story format; the love story in this novel is the deeper relationship between man and wife, not nearly as dramatic. The author does not spend a lot of time reviewing the original story, so reading the first book is a necessity in order to fully understand the plot. Overall, a good entry into the vampire genre, but it lacks the flavor of the original. Reviewer: Heather Robertson Mason
VOYA - Stacey Hayman
Jessica, more formally known as Princess Antansia, is struggling to find her way in this new world she has joined. Learning a foreign language, living under archaic laws, getting lost in the maze of Vladescu castle corridors, and deciphering the challenging half-truths to outright lies of Elder vampires are creating one unhappy princess. So far her marriage to Lucius is the only change making Jess happy—the rest just feels overwhelming. When Lucius's cruel Uncle Claudiu is killed and Jess unwittingly calls for evidence pointing directly to Lucius, she knows her life is about to change again. Hopefully the arrival of Mindy, Jess's best friend, and Raniero, Lucius's cousin, will help save the day. Fans can read "The Wedding of Antansia Jessica Packwood and Lucius Valerin Vladescu," posted on the author's website (, or they can also jump right into this new novel without a problem. Lucius, Raniero, and Mindy each contribute alternate viewpoints, and a bonus secondary love story, but Jess relates the majority of the story. Allowing a character with so little understanding of her own position or surroundings to be the main narrator adds suspense to the drama as Jess slowly works toward the truth of what matters. The old vampire culture being forced to accept modern sensibilities and the self-sacrificing devotion of both couples will keep teens riveted until the last page is turned. Will there be a third in this series? Readers can only hope. Reviewer: Stacey Hayman
Kirkus Reviews

This disappointing sequel to Jessica's Guide to Dating on the Dark Side (2009) finds Jessica (a.k.a. Antanasia) trying to find her place as wife, princess and vampire in the drafty halls of an ancient castle in Romania.

Attempting to fill her birth-mother's vampire shoes, Jessica does her best to stand at her husband's side as he attempts to bring peace and cell phones to the vampire world. Vivid hallucinations, a violent death and her husband's imprisonment leave Jessica isolated in a country where she does not understand the language, the customs or whom to trust. Desperate, she calls on her shoe-loving friend, Mindy Sue. Mindy's arrival triggers a visit from her ex-boyfriend, Raniero, a vampire with the laid-back attitude of a surfer but a dark and possibly violent past. Fantaskey's lackluster story suffers from a wooden romance, weak characters and a mystery that is anything but mysterious. Jessica's obtuseness and lack of initiative render her ineffective as the main character. However, spunky Mindy's passionate-yet-tragic love for Raniero keeps the story from being a total bust. Readers hoping for a paranormal romance full of intrigue and passion will be seriously disappointed.

Only readers absolutely desperate for another vampire romance need apply. (Paranormal romance. 14 & up)

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Jessica's Guide Series , #2
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The snow swirls around her, and she stands with her back to me, her body enveloped in a bright red cloak. Crimson . . . Mihaela’s color. The queen who once ruled the Dragomirs looks like a splash of blood against the expanse of white, and yet she is as strong and substantial as the jagged Carpathian rocks that rise out of the lonely Romanian mountain where we always meet.

I step toward her, not understanding. Why doesn’t she turn to greet me? “Mother?”

And then Mihaela Dragomir does turn, her face obscured by the cloak. And in her hands she holds an object, something she presses against her chest the way a nun would cradle a cross. But Mihaela is no humble, pious sister, and that thing . . . It is no holy relic.

The stake . . . The bloodstained stake . . .

Lucius’s stake, which he used to destroy his uncle—and which he’d once nearly used to—

“No! Never!”

Thrashing, fighting off something that seemed to press against my chest, I struggled to sit up and opened my eyes to see firelight flickering against stone, and for a second I wasn’t sure where I was.

Gradually, though, my surroundings sank in. I was in Lucius’s home—our home. In our bed. That pressure on my chest . . . it wasn’t . . . it was just the heavy blankets that we always needed in his—our—huge, chilly bedroom, even though a fire burned in the fireplace.

Taking a deep breath, I stretched out my arm and rested my hand on his shoulder, reassuring myself that everything was okay. As long as Lucius was with me, I’d be okay.

Still, images from the nightmare came rushing back.

The stake, which I hadn’t seen since the night Lucius pressed his fangs against my throat and recreated me as a vampire . . .

Why had I dreamed about it? And why had my birth mother—who would never harm me—been holding it?

I’d started dreaming about Mihaela back in Pennsylvania, and those dreams had become more frequent since I married Lucius and moved to Romania. It was like my mother, destroyed shortly after my birth, was trying to protect me as I tried hard to follow in her footsteps and become a ruler, relying on a journal she’d left for me for help. A posthumous wedding gift to guide me as I learned to be a princess.

My heart started beating faster again. Was I learning? I was trying . . .

Wriggling back down under the blankets, I moved toward Lucius in the massive bed—in which, as he’d once confessed, he’d probably been expected by the Vladescu Elders to take my life, conveniently removing his Dragomir bride from power and allowing the Vladescus to have unchallenged dominion over both our families. I kicked at the covers, sort of swimming through them, suddenly impatient to be right next to him.

Everything in his home—our home—seemed so big sometimes. Including the burdens.

Lucius slept on his side, facing away from me, and I pressed myself close to his back, feeling the coolness of his body. I shared that coolness, too, since he’d bitten me, sealing our fate and a decades-old pact that had decreed our marriage in the interest of stopping a war between our rival families. Pressing tighter against my husband—how weird that still sounded—I listened to his steady breathing, which always calmed me down when I got nervous. Lucius wasn’t scared. He thrived on ruling the clans. That was what he’d been born and raised to do.

Or did he worry sometimes?

“Lucius?” I got up on one elbow and shook him gently, needing to see his dark eyes and hear his deep, reassuring voice. “Lucius?”

“Yes . . . yes?” he mumbled. He rolled onto his back and fumbled for me under the covers, which were expensive and stiff and made me miss the soft, worn-in flannel sheets on my bed in Pennsylvania. But how could a princess ask for flannel? “Yes, Jessica . . . ?”

Resting my hand on his chest, I felt it rise and fall so slowly that I wondered if he had already fallen back asleep. But I couldn’t help asking in a whisper, so the guards outside our door wouldn’t hear, “What does it mean if a vampire dreams about a stake?”

Lucius didn’t answer, and I realized he was definitely sleeping—probably exhausted from yet another day of struggling to unite our obstinate families—so I lay back down and nestled against him again. In response to the pressure of my body, he turned and pulled me close, so I could feel the entire length of his powerful warrior’s body against mine, like a shield at my back.

High on top of that Romanian mountain, in the heart of a confusing castle that I supposedly governed but where I still got lost in the twisted corridors, the night got very still. Even the crackling fire seemed to get quieter. After a few minutes of forcing myself to forget about the nightmare, I started to drift off to sleep again, when suddenly Lucius muttered, barely whispering, his breath chilly against my neck, “Betrayal.”

I stiffened in his arms. Was he answering my question or caught up in his own dreams? His own nightmares?

Even if it was the latter, that wasn’t exactly comforting. Did my husband have disloyalty—treachery—on his mind? And Lucius, like all vampires, put great stock in dreams . . .

“Betrayal.” I said the word out loud, trying to make sure it was even what I’d heard him say. “Betrayal.”

At the sound of my voice, which was soft but audible enough to break the profound mountaintop silence, Lucius, seeming to get restless, wrapped his strong, scarred arm tighter around me, so I was trapped against his chest.

I took his hand and tugged to give myself some space to breathe. He didn’t let go, though, and I tried to move him again. Against my fingertips, I could feel another deep scar—an X on his palm that marked him as mine, cut into his flesh at our marriage ceremony—and his wedding band on his left hand. His dominant hand. The one he’d used to wield the stake when he’d held me in a very different way, in that same castle, not too many months before.

Chapter 1

Of all the grim chambers in the Vladescu castle—not counting the subterranean dungeons, of course—the one that served as a courtroom had to be the worst.

Like every other room aboveground, this one had a fireplace with a blazing fire, but the flames seemed more hellish than cheerful. They cast scary, shifting shadows on the gray rock walls and definitely didn’t do much to warm up the stark décor, which consisted of a semicircle of benches for witnesses, a worn spot on the stone floor where the accused would stand, and a long table, where I sat next to Lucius in a hard, straight-backed chair. The Elders waited in similar seats on either side of us, all of the ten older vampires sitting remarkably still.

Shifting in my chair, I tried—and failed—to get more comfortable.

I should sue the people who designed the My Little Pony Crystal Rainbow Castle I played with in kindergarten. They led me to believe that castles were filled with rainbows and cupcakes and pastel-pink furniture. Not stone and fire and . . . blood.

Turning a little bit sideways, I tried to meet Lucius’s eyes, but he was staring straight ahead, obviously preoccupied. He was also very still, except for his left hand, which absently rubbed his jaw right where he had a small scar. I knew that meant he was hiding tension, and the butterflies in my stomach got worse.

If Lucius is tense, how can I even imagine handling this?

My husband seemed to sense that I was getting very nervous, and he shifted his eyes just long enough to remind me, “Don’t freak out, Jess. We’ve talked about this. It’s part of our duties.”

Well, Lucius had never used the phrase “freak out,” but we had discussed how my new responsibilities included handing down justice, and sometimes sentences of—

“Let the accused come forward.”

I jumped as Lucius’s commanding baritone suddenly echoed off the walls, and turned with a sinking heart to see that we had been joined by a vampire who stood at the back of the room, hands shackled and head hanging low.

He’s a killer, I reminded myself as my mouth got dry. A bunch of witnesses saw him destroy my uncle Constantin Dragomir. And what I’m doing is just like serving on a jury. Regular humans do that all the time!

I glanced to my left, seeking reassurance that I wouldn’t be alone in deciding the fate of the prisoner who was shuffling toward that pale spot on the floor. But my uncle Dorin—the only Elder I considered an ally—wasn’t there, and I ended up meeting the gaze of Claudiu Vladescu, who smirked. Maybe at the growing panic that must have been apparent on my face—or maybe at the prospect of hearing testimony about a murder.

My stomach got queasier. Claudiu’s just like his older brother, Vasile—another evil, vicious vampire, whom Lucius destroyed.

Although I knew I was squirming way too much for a princess, I turned to watch Lucius again, just as he said, in a steady voice that I couldn’t imagine summoning if I had to speak, “Tell your story to this panel, Dumitru Vladescu, and we will decide if you deserve mercy—or punishment.”

I should have given my full attention to the vampire who was about to fight for his life, but I kept watching my husband, who had stood on that circle himself just months before and fortunately been found not guilty of Vasile’s death. Luckily, the majority of the Elders—not counting Claudiu, of course—had believed that Vasile attacked first, giving Lucius no choice but to defend himself.

I never let myself think about what could have happened at that trial, and was glad I hadn’t even known about it until long after the verdict had been handed down.

I continued studying Lucius. How can he even bear to be in this room, let alone coolly direct everything? And if today’s verdict is guilty, won’t he have to . . . ?

“Speak,” Lucius urged his relative. “This is your chance to save your existence.”

I heard both command and compassion in Lucius’s order, but my cold blood suddenly felt like ice. An existence might really end today. I’m not just part of a jury. I’m the judge, and Lucius might be . . .

Fingers gripping my chair, I finally forced myself to face Dumitru Vladescu, who raised his head, so I could see his dark, terrified eyes, because if he was found guilty . . .


I wasn’t even sure I’d cried out loud, but the squeal of my chair as I jumped up probably drowned out my voice anyway. “Excuse me,” I mumbled, bowing my head. “I . . . I need to leave. I don’t feel well . . .”

I couldn’t look at Lucius as I stumbled from his side. And I certainly didn’t look at Claudiu or the other Elders, who would be all too aware of why the American girl raised by vegans was rushing out of the room, nearly tripping over her long formal dress.

“Excuse me.” The Elders pulled in their chairs so I could pass behind them. “Sorry . . .”

I knew that I was—again—hurting Lucius’s and my chance of winning a crucial vote of confidence later that year, when the most influential Vladescu and Dragomir clan members would convene at a big summer congress of vampires. A vote that could elevate Lucius and me to king and queen. Yet I couldn’t stay there, even if leaving doomed us to failure.

I practically ran past the prisoner, not looking at him, either. But as I hurried toward the door, I did catch the eye of one vampire I hadn’t noticed before, even though I should have expected her to attend the trial of her father’s killer. My cousin Ylenia Dragomir, eighteen, like me, small and wearing black, sat alone in a corner, blending into the shadows as if she didn’t want anyone to see her face while she heard the story of her dad’s murder recounted in detail.

I wasn’t sure what the verdict on the prisoner would be, but I had never felt so guilty as when I left that room, letting down not just my husband, but the first friend I’d made in Romania.

Chapter 2

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Antanasia,” my uncle Dorin urged. He hovered near my desk, twisting his hands nervously, sympathy in his eyes. “I . . . I didn’t make a very strong effort to attend the trial, either. Sitting in judgment—it’s not for everyone, you know?”

“Claudiu seemed okay with it,” I noted miserably. “And Lucius was fine!”

At least, he’d acted fine, which was what really counted.

“Yes, well, Vladescus are legendary for their sang-froid,” Dorin reminded me. “They all have ice in their veins. And a few, like Claudiu, salivate to mete out some punishment. We Dragomirs, on the other hand, tend to be a little . . .” He couldn’t find the right word, but I could finish the sentence easily enough.

Soft. Meek. Cowardly?

But was it so bad to want to avoid ending lives?

I pushed myself upright in my huge office chair, which had once belonged to my birth mom. The silk nightgown I’d changed into—in a desperate attempt to make everyone believe I really was ill—kept making my butt slip off the leather seat, and when I shoved back, my feet dangled, so I felt even more like a kid playing at being a princess. A shamed kid.

At least one Dragomir—Mihaela—never shied away from a trial.

Have I gone too far, with the pajamas?

“I guess there’s nothing I can do now except try to redeem myself at tomorrow’s meeting with the Elders,” I said, looking glumly at a huge ledger that was open on my desk. “I can at least try to make a few intelligent points when we discuss this budget.”

Yet I didn’t have much hope for that, either, as I scanned columns of numbers that supposedly represented how much Lucius and I intended to spend to govern a shifting, borderless, crazy kingdom of vampires I hadn’t even known existed until recently.

I slumped in my seat, thinking, Sure, I’m a mathlete, but I’m also a teenager who just last year worked for three-dollar tips, not millions of euros in taxes!

And who even knew vampires collected taxes?

“Dorin?” I closed the ledger with a thud, because my worried, distracted mind kept skipping ahead to an even bigger meeting that would take place later that year, making it impossible to focus on numbers. “What is the vampire congress really like, anyhow? I have trouble picturing this event where Lucius’s and my fate will be decided.”

“Oh, goodness . . .” Dorin stepped back and wrung his hands again, but this time he seemed happy and nostalgic about a week that I dreaded. “The congress is quite an event! The most prominent Vladescus and Dragomirs gather from all over the world, and while business is conducted, of course, it’s also a chance for us to socialize. Parties every evening for a full week, with the best food and music. In the past, the estates have been decorated beautifully enough to rival your wedding!”

His eyes practically glowed, and I wished that I could get excited about the prospect of hundreds of my relatives wandering around the castle. “So it’s basically an oversized undead family reunion?”

“Yes.” Dorin nodded. “It has been held each year since the pact that decreed your marriage was signed, uniting our clans. And this year will be extra special, as we celebrate the lasting peace achieved at your wedding.” He smiled even more warmly. “Your mother hosted the very first congress, shortly before her destruction. She would be so proud to see you take over that role.”

I slipped on the seat again and pushed myself back up.

How would I feed and entertain eight hundred vampires when I couldn’t even order dinner from the kitchen for Lucius and me? I would mess up the whole event, and my relatives would all laugh as they cast their “no” ballots in the vote of confidence on the last day. I was doomed to bomb at my own party, and ruin Lucius’s future, too.

“It’s going to be a disaster,” I admitted out loud, for the first time.

“Antanasia!” I looked up to see Dorin pressing a finger to his lips, shushing me and nodding toward the door.

I knew immediately that I’d made yet another mistake. Emilian, the young guard who was always posted just outside the room whenever Lucius couldn’t be with me, was never supposed to hear me complain or show weakness. Servants—even loyal ones—were notorious gossips, according to my husband, who’d dealt with “underlings” his whole life, while I’d been mucking out stalls on a no-kill farm.

If Emilian told anyone I was predicting disaster at the congress, word would spread like wildfire that I couldn’t even handle planning a party.

Dorin and I looked at each other, both of us probably thinking the same thing. That the only thing I did royally was mess up.

How is Lucius doing at the trial without my support?

And is my cousin Ylenia, whom I also abandoned, crying behind her thick glasses?

“Let’s get back to the budget,” I sighed, opening the ledger again and speaking more quietly. “I think I’m translating the Romanian wrong, because it seems to me that Lucius wants to spend sixty-five thousand euros on rabbits next year.”

“I do have a taste for hare—but I could never consume more than fifty thousand euros’ worth in one twelve-month span.”

I froze at the unexpected sound of a deep masculine voice and sensed my uncle seizing up, too, as we both swiveled to see Lucius leaning against the door frame, arms crossed.

And although he’d just made a joke, his face looked troubled, maybe because I’d admitted my ignorance too loudly after all, or maybe because of what he’d just done at the trial . . .


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