Life was a lot easier for Jane when she was just an unknown, undead bookstore owner in a sleepy hamlet in upstate New York. But now the world embraces her as Jane Fairfax, author of the bestselling novel Constance—and she’s having a killer time trying to keep her true identity as the Jane Austen a secret. Even the ongoing lessons in How to Be a Vampire, taught by her former lover Lord Byron, don’t seem to be helping much. Jane can barely focus on her boyfriend, Walter, while keeping him in the dark about her more sanguine tastes.
To make matters worse, Walter announces that his mother is coming for a visit—and she’s expecting Jane to be Jewish. Add in a demanding new editor, a convention of romance readers in period costume, a Hollywood camera crew following Jane’s every move, and the constant threat of a certain bloodsucking Brontë sister coming back to finish her off, and it’s enough to make even the most well-mannered heroine go batty!
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Jane Fairfax gripped the steering wheel so tightly her hands hurt. Two dozen women stood on the sidewalk. Three of them were peering in Jane's living room windows. All of them were dressed in imitation Regency period dresses. The thought occurred to Jane that instead of adopting the clothing of her time, they might have chosen to copy the tradition of waiting for an invitation before dropping in unannounced.
A tall, thin woman in a ghastly pink pantsuit emerged from a parked tour bus and called out loudly, "Miss Fairfax doesn't appear to be at home today, but we can still get a lovely photo!"
"It's Beverly!" said a deep male voice beside Jane with lascivious glee. "We should say hello."
"We should not," said Jane, giving Byron a withering look.
Jane had seen the woman--and her pantsuit--before. Her name was Beverly Shrop. A retired kindergarten teacher, Beverly had devoted the past five years to becoming the number-one-ranked reviewer of romance novels on a very popular bookselling site. That her "reviews" consisted largely of regurgitating a book's cover copy mattered little to her readers. Nor did it apparently occur to them that in order for Beverly to have amassed 12,729 reviews she would have had to have read an average of 6.9 books a day.
Beverly had subsequently started a website of her own--ShropTalk.com--on which she not only posted her reviews but also featured interviews with romance writers and kept her readers abreast of what was happening in the world of romantic fiction. This, naturally, had increased her profile even more, to the point where publishers started not just paying attention to her but actively courting her.
When Constance was published, Jane had done the requisite interview with Beverly. She'd found the woman dull and her questions insipid (Do you wear any particular perfume when you write? If you were a flower, what would you be?) and had been relieved when it was over. She'd hoped never to encounter Beverly Shrop again.
Beverly, however, was determined to make the most of her talents. This took the form of offering romance-themed tours to readers who wanted to visit the hometowns of their favorite authors or to visit the locations that had inspired their favorite books. She had several itineraries, among them The World of Edith Wharton, Love and Lust in Santa Fe (a surprising number of romance writers lived there), and Jackie Oh!: The People and Places of Jackie Collins.
Most recently Beverly had designed a field trip around writers of New York and New England. Brakeston was included on the itinerary primarily because of Byron, who the previous year had revealed himself to be the real author behind the very popular novelist Penelope Wentz. Complicating matters, he had chosen to use yet another pseudonym in making his announcement, and so the world at large knew him as Tavish Osborn, a name he now adopted for everyday use.
"You just don't like her because she wasn't going to include you on the tour until I suggested it," Byron said.
Jane snorted. "I hardly think so. I don't like her because she turns literature into a spectacle."
Byron laughed, earning him another fierce look from Jane. "Literature has always been spectacle," he said. "Do you really think we held all of those literary salons so that we could exchange ideas? Of course not. It was so we could gossip about everyone who wasn't there. And don't you remember how James Joyce used to wander through Paris mumbling nonsense words until people recognized him?"
He cleared his throat and in a perfect imitation of Joyce's impish Irish brogue said, "Spifflepond puppetdingle griffintide! Woozlewoozle crumpetpeal dirf! Why yes, I am James Joyce. You enjoyed Ulysses? Bless you, madam. Bless you."
Jane stifled a laugh. It was true. Joyce had often wandered back and forth between La Closerie des Lilas and the Dingo Bar, hoping to be noticed. He denied it, of course, but they all knew.
"It's hardly the same thing," she told Byron, still not giving in.
Byron made a vague noise. Much to Jane's irritation, he reveled in the attention that Beverly Shrop's tours brought him. He frequently welcomed Beverly and her clients into his home, even offering them tea. Jane, on the other hand, avoided them as much as possible, finding the whole business unseemly. Although even her book publicist had encouraged her to cooperate at least a little.
And now Beverly and her minions were preventing Jane from getting into her own house. She seethed. Beverly never stayed less than half an hour, and from the look of things they'd only recently arrived.
"We'll just have to leave until they're gone," Jane said as she began to turn the car around.
"Wait," Byron said. "I have a better idea."
Jane paused. "I doubt it," she said. "But go on."
"This is a perfect opportunity for you to practice making yourself invisible," said Byron.
For the past few months--following an attack on Jane by an undead and very angry Charlotte Bronte--Byron had been teaching Jane more about her vampire powers. Despite living for more than two centuries, Jane had studiously avoided delving into the mysteries of being immortal. She had been convinced, however, that it was in her best interests to learn what she was capable of, particularly in the event of another attack.
Unfortunately, in nine months she had succeeded only in improving the quality of her glamoring. She had long been proficient in the basics--at least enough to seduce those she used to quench her occasional thirst--but now she was able to implant thoughts into the heads of others, as long as her subjects weren't overly bright to begin with.
Invisibility, however, was proving more troublesome. Despite practicing every day, she had so far managed only brief periods of dimness. Her meager results were irritating both to her and to Byron, who just that afternoon had accused her of not trying hard enough.
"I don't know," Jane said.
"Why not?" asked Byron. "Avoiding Beverly is the perfect incentive for vanishing. In fact, I can't think of a better opportunity for you to prove yourself."
"I'm really not in the mood," Jane said. "I have a headache, and--"
"It's time to sink or swim," Byron interrupted as he opened his door. He gave Jane a wink as he sauntered toward the crowd of women. "Beverly!" he called cheerfully. "How lovely to see you."
Jane ducked down. "Horrid man," she hissed. "How I loathe you."
She could just turn the car around and leave. That would be the easiest way out of the situation. But now Byron had made it a matter of pride. If she fled, he would never let her forget it. Which is just what he wants, she thought. He doesn't think I can do it.
"We'll just see about that," she said firmly.
She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. Imagine you're made of glass, she told herself.
She tried to hold that picture in her mind. Other thoughts intruded, but she brushed them aside. When she could envision her body as completely transparent, she opened her eyes and held up one hand. Behind it she could see the steering wheel.
"I did it!" she cried, and immediately her hand became solid again.
"Damn!" she muttered.
She closed her eyes and once more let the image of her invisible self fill her mind. Again she opened her eyes, and again she could see through her hand. But this time the illusion held. She sat for several minutes to make sure she wasn't going to pop back into view, then opened the door and got out. She hoped no one would notice the door opening and closing seemingly by itself.
Slowly she approached Beverly and her group, all the while trying to keep her thoughts calm. Several of the women were circled around Byron, but still Jane's path to the front door was blocked. She would have to go around to the back and get in through the kitchen.
You don't have the key to that door, she reminded herself. You never go in that way. Still, she had no choice. Her lawn and stoop were littered with gawkers.
"No," she heard Byron say. "I haven't seen Miss Fairfax. Perhaps you should try knocking again."
Shut up, Jane thought, knowing full well that Byron could tell she was nearby. Something in her vision changed for a second. She looked down and saw that she was becoming visible. She was very faint, but nonetheless there. Panic gripped her, and she grew more solid. She had to get into the house.
She ran, slipping past a woman who was examining her rosebushes. The woman looked up, a puzzled expression on her face. Jane ignored her, reaching the corner just as she winked back into sight.
She tried the door and found it locked, as she'd known it would be. The only way in was through the kitchen window. She went to it and pushed up on the frame, praying that she hadn't locked it. It slid up with only slight hesitation.
Gripping the sill, she jumped as hard as she could. Her head passed through the window, and for a moment she felt the relief of having succeeded. This, however, was a momentary joy, as she now found herself stuck. Below her Tom stared up at her with a mixture of bemusement and disgust.
"Don't look at me like that," Jane told him. "I will not be ridiculed by a cat."
She was hanging over the windowsill, her front half in the kitchen and her back half kicking uselessly at the air. Finally, with enormous effort, she managed to propel herself forward and onto the linoleum, almost landing on Tom. The black-and-white cat stepped neatly to one side, avoiding her. Moments later Jasper, the springer spaniel Jane had adopted after he'd helped her escape from Charlotte Bronte's house, trotted in. Looking at her, he gave a soft woof.
"What a wonderful guard dog you are," Jane told him as she got up and dusted herself off. She turned and shut the window.
And now you're a prisoner in your own house, she told herself. If you'd just step out and say hello, they'd go away.
But she knew they wouldn't. A simple greeting would turn into requests for autographs and pictures. Then someone would ask--ever so sweetly--if they could have just a peek at the room in which she wrote her books. And of course she couldn't say no without seeming churlish, and then it would descend into madness. She imagined hysterical women rifling through her drawers and peering into her bathroom cabinet, and it made her head ache.
The phone rang, startling her. Noting the number on the caller ID display, she picked up.
"Well, you're not going to believe this," a voice said.
Jane was slowly getting used to Satvari Thangavadivelu's manner of launching into a conversation with no preliminaries. At the insistence of her editor, Kelly Littlejohn, Jane had signed with the Waters-Harding Agency to represent her in her business dealings. Satvari was the head of the firm's film department and had shepherded Constance through the Hollywood minefield.
"What won't I believe?" Jane asked.
"They want to film there," Satvari said.
"There there," said Satvari. "Brakeston. They want to film Constance in Brakeston. Well, the exterior shots, anyway. Apparently they've decided it will be more authentic than shooting on a soundstage."
"They're bringing everything here?" Jane said, not quite understanding. "The cameras and . . . and lights and . . . actors?"
"All of it. And they'll be there in a week."
"A week?" Jane exclaimed. "How am I supposed to get ready in a week?"
"Relax," said Satvari. "You don't have to have anything to do with it, remember?"
Jane breathed more easily. "That's right," she said. "I forgot."
"Unless," Satvari said.
Jane heard an unsettling tone in the agent's voice. "Unless what?"
"Unless you want to be involved," said Satvari. "It seems they'd like you to maybe help out a little bit with the script."
"You told me that was a bad idea," Jane reminded her. "You told me not to even see the film."
"I told you not to try to write the script," said Satvari. "But this isn't writing it. It's more like rewriting it. Just a little. You know, some dialogue here and there."
Jane sighed. "Can I think about it?" she asked.
"Of course," Satvari answered. "But don't think too long. If you say no, they're going to ask Penelope Wentz to do it."
"Penelope!" Jane exclaimed.
"Sorry, Tavish Osborn," said Satvari. "And yes, they're going to ask her. I mean him. She's a him, right? I can't keep it all straight."
"I'll do it," Jane said.
"Really?" asked Satvari. "You're sure?"
"Absolutely sure," Jane assured her.
"Great," said Satvari. "I'll work out the details and call you tomorrow." She hung up without a goodbye.
"Penelope Wentz," Jane remarked to Tom, who was sitting in a spot of sun, washing his face. "Honestly. As if Byron could ever do justice to my novel."
"What about me?" Byron materialized in the room, startling Jane.
"Nothing," said Jane. "It's not important."
The doorbell rang, and for a moment Jane almost picked up the phone, thinking someone was calling. Realizing what it was, she was overcome by a desire to go hide in the closet. She had visions of Beverly Shrop standing on her front steps, grinning like the Cheshire cat while her minions crowded behind her.
"I heard you say my name," said Byron. "You might as well tell me."
Again the air was filled with an electric trill. Jane, still ignoring Byron, was beginning to retreat to the bedroom when she saw that the little light on her phone was blinking. Now someone is calling, she realized.
Grateful for the distraction, she picked up without looking at the caller ID. "Hello?"
"It's me." Walter's voice had a strange tone to it.
"Are you all right?" Jane asked. "You sound peculiar."
"I'm hiding behind a hedge," said Walter. "There's a gaggle of Shropheads outside your house."
"I was hoping they'd be gone by now," Jane said. "Best to keep yourself hidden. Beverly knows who you are. If she sees you, you're done for."
"Is that Walter?" Byron called out. "Tell him I say hello."
"Is that Brian?" asked Walter. "What's he doing there?"
Jane heard a slight edge in Walter's voice. Although he and Byron were cordial to each other, Jane knew Walter was still a little suspicious of the man he knew Jane had once been involved with.
"He just stopped over to borrow a book," Jane said.
"Oh," said Walter. "Well, I wanted to do this in person, but I guess this will have to do," he continued.
"Do what in person?"
"I have something to tell you," said Walter. He took a deep breath. "My mother is coming."
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The second installment finds Jane still being someone I can really like. It also refrains from turning her into SuperAuthor, able to put pushy editors and directors in their place with one well-placed insult. She is as at sea in her situation (the book to movie one, that is) as any author would be. I'm also really starting to like Walter here and root for him and Jane. Byron is, while still being over the top and a bit of jerk, managing to grow some. And Walter's mother... I just can't like that woman at all. Lucy manages to still be fantastic and the twins are a forgettable but not terrible addition.
Michael Thomas Ford, where have you been throughout my entire life when I needed a good laugh?! Jane Goes Batty the second in the "Jane Bites" series which pegs Jane Austen as a vampire. Turned by Lord Byron over 100 years ago, Austen, now Jane Fairfax, runs a small bookstore in upstate New York. At the end of the first novel, Jane Bites Back, we see Jane finally achieving one of her dreams: having her manuscript Constance published as well as her love life blossoming with boyfriend Walter. All seemed well when we left Jane, but boy were we wrong! Jane Goes Batty takes us deeper into what is "being a vampire." Byron has begun giving Jane "how-to-be a vampire" lessons, which include teaching her to become invisible. Since the attack by fellow vampire Charlotte Brontë, Jane's felt uneasy about her safety and the safety of those around her. On top of her vampire training, Jane is struggling to write the draft for her second novel, is dealing with the "paparazzi" due to the success of her novel, and is trying to help out with the film version of Constance. Add to all of this her first meeting with boyfriend Walter's mother, a woman who believes her son should be dating a nice Jewish woman that he can marry. (Imagine if she knew what Jane really was!!) Throw in a cast of crazy characters, romantic misunderstandings, baby vampires, and a murder and you have one hell of a storyline in Jane Goes Batty. Michael Thomas Ford has an incredibly sharp-witted sense of humor that makes his writing a joy to read. His Jane Austen is exactly how I'd imagine her to be in real life: full of life, sometimes shy with new people, but never afraid to speak her mind through her sharp wit. I sometimes think that these traits are what draw readers, especially women, to read Jane Austen. Her strong personality shines through with her writing, and I think Ford got it completely right when he wrote Jane as she is in this book. She reminds me of Elizabeth Bennett! The "past" that Ford comes up with for Jane is side-splitting. The sheer fact that Jane was part of the original Rocky Horror Picture Show had me rolling on the floor laughing. All I could picture was a woman in a dress of Austen's time doing the timewarp. Needless to say I laughed for a while with that image in my head! The one weak spot of the book is the relationship between Walter and Jane. Considering Jane wrote STUNNING love stories between Lizzie and Darcy, Anne and Wentworth, etc, I would expect her to have a stunning love story. Walter seems a bit lackluster. Don't get me wrong, he cares about Jane and loves her, but their relationship seems to be lacking the spark I'd expect Austen to want for her own love life. I mean come on, real Jane almost ran away to marry the man she loved! Walter doesn't seem like that guy to me. Maybe this will be a plot piece down the road? The book is incredibly fast paced and written to keep your attention from start to finish. The humor of the book is tounge-in-cheek with tons of witticisms being made about the Jane Austen fan fiction industry (just as in the first book). Keep your eyes open for the pact that Jane makes with Walter's mother. It's sure to have you cracking up and waiting with bated breath for the next book in the series Jane Vows Vengeance. The pieces all fit to make this book a must read for Austen fans everywhere!! Kimberly (Reflections of a Book Addict)
In Brakeston, New York owner of Flyleaf Books, Jane Fairfax now understands being careful what you wish for as you may get it. She has raged for years as her Austen books and their rip-offs sell without her receiving a royalty check having written them two centuries ago before Byron changed her into a vampire. Adding insult is that her last manuscript as Jane Austen, Constance, was rejected a zillion times. That has changed as Kelly Littlejohn of Browden Publishing of New York buys the rights and Constance is a colossal bestseller. The world wants more from Jane Fairfax bookstore owner and bestselling author. She struggles with concealing her vampire condition and her birth identity though Byron tries to mentor her. Jane fears another biting engagement with a jealous Bronte. Meanwhile a suspicious editor believes the plot was stolen from a lost Bronte novel. Hollywood and groupies have invaded the small village, and her boyfriend Walter's mother Miriam arrives expecting Jane to convert. As the writer struggles with a new novel after not writing for centuries, she also wonders whether a vampire can be Jewish, Miriam carries a big stick. The second Jane the contemporary vampire tale (see Jane Bites Back) is an amusing satire that spoofs the Austen sub-genre including the novels by Michael Thomas Ford. The story line is fast-paced as Jane fears she will be exposed as a modern day fraud, a biting vampire, a great Regency author or simply batty. With references to literature that are fun, the Austen crowd will enjoy her escapades as she now knows the tsuris of what she now hopes is fifteen minutes of fame. Harriet Klausner
Jane Goes Batty takes up just where Jane Bites Back left off. Jane is now being followed by a film crew and is in the midst of having her book filmed. She's slightly ticked off because the screenwriter and director have taken liberal creative license and changed her work to the point of being unrecognizable. If that's not bad enough, there's a vampire hunter on the loose and it turns out to be her boyfriend's mother. Oh, and the deranged Charlotte Bronte is still out there somewhere. This book involves a bit more romance in an on-again/off-again nature between Jane and Walter, as well as her store manager Lucy and the rabbi Ben. Byron is still up to his old tricks and is chasing after Jane and trying to make amends, while chasing after and obsessing about men and women. Did I forget to mention that there's also a slightly demented romance blogger in town during the filming and a new editor on the scene? You wouldn't think these elements would work but they do, and quite well. The humor is still there but this book provides slightly more intrigue. This was just as good as the first book and I'm a little sad to have to put this Jane Austen away for awhile and wait for the next in this series, Jane Vows Vengeance.
What would Jane Austen be like if she had never died, instead living on - as a vampire - into modern times? In Ford's sequel to Jane Bites Back, she is now Jane Fairfax, the owner of a small-town bookstore in upstate New York. Her best friends, Lord Byron (also a vampire) and Lucy (a normal human being but an extraordinary friend), live nearby, as does Jane's boyfriend, Walter. Life is going great for Jane. Her newest novel, the first in almost 200 years, is a best-seller, soon to be made into a movie. Charlotte Bronte, fellow vampire and (im)mortal enemy, is gone for good (see previous book for explanation). But then life gets a twist. Several of them, in fact. Jane's new agent is a *insert bad word of choice* who's hounding her for her next novel, the film of her latest book isn't going as planned, Our Gloomy Friend (as Charlotte B. is referred to) may be back, and, scariest of all, Walter's mother is coming to visit and expects Jane to be Jewish.My Likes: Ford has a pretty good writing style and seems to know what he's talking about with all the little details he so smoothly incorporates into the story (croquet, Jewish folklore, what goes into publishing and films, to name a few). Ford's take on Byron is quite interesting, as are all of the connections that pop up between various seemingly unrelated literary figures of the late 18th/early and mid-19th centuries. Jane Goes Batty doesn't have a dull moment, and the characters are enjoyable to read about. Another thing: in Ford's books, vampires can drink enough blood to satisfy themselves but not they do not, in the long run, have to affect their victims. It's kind of hard to imagine Jane Austen as a murderer, so I find it rather nice that she doesn't actually kill the people whose blood she has to drink.My Dislikes: It seemed like the author was cramming too many events into the book. Jane's being battered with her long-overdue second novel, her irritating editor, too-enthused romance fanatics and their tour guide, the filming of her latest novel, new vampires, old vampire enemies, vampire hunters, a relationship that's possibly going farther than she's read for, her boyfriend's mother, a romance novel fair, croquet championships, finding food (blood) at the appropriate time...My Evaluation: Jane Goes Batty is a fun book to read, but in a few months chances are I won't be able to remember much about it (it's all fun, but little lasting substance). Still, if I run across the other books in the series, I'll probably pick them up.
In this sequel to Jane Bites Back, the vampire Jane Austen continues to live her life under the name Jane Fairfax. She is running a book store and her new novel Constance is a bestseller. The book is being made into a movie. Jane¿s life sounds great, but she does have her problems. Her boyfriend¿s, Walter, mother is in town and thinks Jane is Jewish. Her new editor is a handful, and a Hollywood camera crew follow her round for the extras on the soon to be filmed Constance DVD. And there is a little situation with a bloodsucking Bronte sister.I have never read the first book, but found it easy to jump into Jane Goes Batty. If you are a vampire fan, you will enjoy reading about the undead Jane Austen. The novel is fast paced and fun to read.
For a woman who has spent her "eternal life" trying to be inconspicuous, this book hurls her right into a three ring circus. I found myself tickled by the references to Jane's experiences in different centuries (Jane in the "Rocky Horror Show"!!) and enjoyed the campy feel to the story. I found myself liking Lord Byron better and it was interesting to see Jane start to learn more about her vampire "powers". I think one of the most interesting things about this story is how Jane has made the decision to start owning her life as a vampire and how that in turn has turned her life upside down. Fun, quick read!
When selecting books from LibraryThing's Early Reviewer's program, I usually try to avoid later books in a series, since this will mean hunting down and reading other books just so I can give the ARC a fair shake. I did not take such care with this novel, which is in fact the second in a series, following Jane Bites Back. The premise of the series is that Jane Eyre was converted to vampirism by an undead Lord Byron. She is living--at least as much as a vampire can--in a small town and upstate New York (where Byron also resides), managing a book store and trying to establish a literary career under her current alias of Jane Fairfax. Also, she seems to have picked up vampire Charlotte Brönte as a rival along the way. In this book, Jane is struggling with writing her second book while also dealing with a convention of romance readers and the upcoming visit of her boyfriend's mother.Though I'm neither a fan of Austen-inspired novels or supernatural romance, I thought the book sounded like it might be kooky good fun. It's possible the book would have been more enjoyable had I started with Bites Back, but considering the books weaknesses, I rather doubt that. And the weaknesses here start with the basic premise: vampire Jane Austen. It sounds like a winning, if campy, concept, but the delivery leaves much to be desired. To start with, the novel's concept of vampirism is pretty weak; they are not affected by sunlight, do not look or feel different, can eat food and their hunger for blood is largely just an inconvenience. Without much of a sense of moral peril, the whole concept of vampirism seems largely defanged and bloodless. (Sorry.)The other problem is Jane herself. I haven't read enough about Ms. Austen to have a firm grasp on her as a person, but what I get from her novels is that she was a keen observer of the social realm around her and well-attuned to its foibles and absurdities, which she was able to express with a dry, sophisticated wit. Now imagine such a character living for two hundred years. Well, stop imagining because that's not the Jane in this novel, who sometimes comes off as a bit of a blank. She is a likable chick lit heroine with a wit adequate for that role, but she falls short of being Jane Eyre. It's a little grating how inconsistently she's written. Jane allegedly hung out with F. Scott Fitzgerald and Josephine Baker in the '20s and then was in one of the original theatrical productions of The Rocky Horror Show in the '70s, yet she's utterly clueless about baseball. She mentions how Emma was adapted into Clueless, yet she's shocked that the film adaptation of her first Jane Fairfax novel involves changing the era. She doesn't come off as overwhelmed by modern life as just incurious about the world around her, which just seemed sort of pathetic. The book does attempt some social satire, with its second-hand observations about Jewish mothers and Hollywood vanity, but the author is no Jane Austen.I will admit, the novel was often amusing, and if I preferred my vampires and Regency authors as bland and inoffensive as possible, I might have enjoyed it more. Bottom line, while the book has some merit as "fast-food fiction," it's not really my cup of tea.
ARC (advance reader copy) review by JM Powers (pen name Summer Falls)The premise of Jane Austen, a two-hundred year undead author among the modern world is intriguing, but adding the fact she is a vampire, quite inept with her powers, is hilarious. Her former lover, Lord Byron, tries to teach her the ways of a vampire, but Jane is a bumbling and reluctant student. Their dialogue and interaction made me laugh out loud.Using the name Jane Fairfax, she runs a bookstore and writes romance novels. In love with a mortal, Walter, Jane struggles with the choice of divulging her undead status. Jane's world turns even crazier when Walter announces his mother is coming to meet her. Adding to the insanity, Jane is abandoned by her editor, stalked by a camera crew, a vampire hunter, and someone from her past who wants to end her life forever. The romance convention in her town, in period costume no less, brings everything to a head¿proving to be a very batty situation indeed. I highly recommend this book. Michael Thomas Ford proves the vampire romance genre is not dead.
Great follow-up to the first book in the series, Jane Bites Back! Ford continues his success in writing a hilarious and delightful book told through the eyes of our heroine, Jane Austen the vampire. As she deals with writer's block, the movie production of her first novel, the imminent arrival of her boyfriend's Jewish mother, and the lessons on harnessing her vampire powers with Lord Bryon, I found myself falling in love with her sarcastic wit and eagerly anticipating the next scenes. I enjoyed the intricacies of the plot and subplots, and the introduction of new and continuing characters, especially Walter's mother and her cat, Lilith. I am starting the next book, Jane Vows Vengeance, ASAP! Definitely recommended with readers who are fans of the first novel, as well as Jane Austen/period fiction with paranormal elements!
Person- yep...Leeah- good job. *disapoofs*