Cassandra Blake is having a very bad day. Her fiancé dumps her for a silicone debutant and convinces her to store his boxes of precious research. If that wasn't bad enough, she's just moved into a cottage stocked with only sardines, peaches, and 50 year old Scotch.
Heartbroken, hungry, and a little bit drunk, Cassandra soon realizes that just when she thinks things can't get any worse, sometimes they can get very strange...like finding a skeleton in the basement of her newly inherited cottage. But when that skeleton suddenly becomes a hot, romantic, and business savvy vampire named Varo...well, things start looking up. That is...until his infamous older brother shows up, and their centuries old sibling rivalry threatens her chance at true love.
Can their love survive her conniving ex-fiancé, his vengeful brother, and the Curse of the Seven 70s?
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About the Author
Sharon grew up in a haunted house in the sleepy wilds of Ballard in Washington, where front lawns seemed grander, roads wider, dad’s hands larger, and everyone was a friend or at least a potential audience member. Sharon spent her time daydreaming, making up stories to share with the neighborhood kids. As for the ghost—a less creative person might chalk it up to older house issues and an off-the-charts imagination…
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This review is in exchange for a free copy provided by the publisher. Some books are like hearty meals. Some (like the ones you read in school) are the vegetables. You read them because they’re good for you (and someone’s forcing you), but you don’t enjoy them. Other books are meaty, but take some digestion. Some are a bit of fluff (like those weird meringue cookies?) and so sweet you can only stand one bite. This book was like a bag of gummy bears. No real nutritional value, but don’t you dare lie and tell me you wouldn’t eat that whole bag in one sitting. I’m not big on the whole vampire genre, but the cover coupled with the book’s description made me give it a try. Two things I noticed immediately: the book isn’t full of teenage angst, and it doesn’t start in the 1400s with a bunch of thee’s and thou’s. A woman is getting dumped and her now-ex wants her to store a boatload of boxes in her house. That’s how it starts, and it got me immediately emotionally engaged (“Like hell you’re storing your **** at my house!”). Me? I would have tossed those boxes over a cliff and had it done with (or kicked ex-bf in the crotch and told him to go **** himself … but this story isn’t about me). But she doesn’t and *no spoilers* it’s a good thing because those boxes inadvertently lead her to the discovery of a vampire. This vampire, Varo, is very sexy (but doesn’t really look like he does on the cover). Cassandra and Varo get their thang on — and I’m not going to rehash the whole plot, but let’s say the story moves quickly, and you won’t want to put the book down. Like a bag of gummy bears. It’s not perfect. Some plot points toward the end really tested my suspension of disbelief. But then I reminded myself I’m reading a freaking vampire story and should chill. And you know what? It’s so nice to get away from what’s “realistic” and indulge in a bit of fantasy. Reality is all about your boss saying “Let’s have a talk for a minute” and waiting on hold for half and hour to try and finally set up your online banking, and having your nose pressed right up in someone’s armpit on the subway. Where’s my sexy vampire? He’s in this book. You need a break; read this and get away for less than a ticket to Puerto Rico.