Following Nice Girls Don’t Have Fangs, the second in a hilarious, smart, sexy romantic series about an out-of-work librarian who is turned into a vampire.
With her best friend Zeb’s Titanic-themed wedding looming ahead, new vampire Jane Jameson struggles to develop her budding relationship with her enigmatic sire, Gabriel. It seems unfair that she’s expected to master undead dating while dealing with a groom heading for a nuptial nervous breakdown, his hostile werewolf in-laws, and the ugliest bridesmaid dress in the history of marriage.
Meanwhile, the passing of Jane’s future step-grandpa puts Grandma Ruthie back on the market. Her new fiancé, Wilbur, has his own history of suspiciously dead spouses, and he may or may not have died ten years ago. Half-Moon Hollow’s own Black Widow has finally met her match.
Should Jane warn her grandmother of Wilbur’s marital habits or let things run their course? Will Jane always be an undead bridesmaid, never the undead bride?
Combining Mary Janice Davidson’s sass and the charm of Charlaine Harris’s Sookie Stackhouse novels, this is an incredibly satisfying read for fans of paranormal romantic comedy.
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With foot and paw planted in the human and animal worlds, were-creatures mix techniques from both cultures to secure relationships. This can lead to lifelong happiness or a very confused potential mate.
-- Mating Rituals and Love Customs of the Were
"I can't do this."
"It's just wrong," I whimpered. "It defies the laws of nature, the thin line that separates good and evil."
Zeb rolled his eyes and snapped the bridal binder shut. "It's just a dress, Jane."
"It's a puce dress, Zeb."
"Jolene's getting it in peach." He grunted, clearly at his limit in dealing with whiny undead bridal-party members. "Why are you being so difficult?"
"Why is your fiancée insisting that I dress like Naomi from Mama's Family?"
"It's not that bad," Zeb insisted.
"Not that bad?" I opened the binder and pinned the offending picture with my finger. The model's defiantly blank expression could not mask her embarrassment at wearing this sateen nightmare. It was off the shoulder, with a wide ruffle of retina-burning color that gathered at the cleavage with a fabric cabbage rose. The traditional butt bow actually connected to what can only be described as a waist lapel.
Despite not having that many girlfriends, I had been a bridesmaid three times in ten years. Apparently, I was tall enough to "match" the rest of the bridal party for Marcy, my college roommate from freshman year. My sophomore roommate, Carrie, had a cousin who had the nerve to get pregnant, and I just happened to fit the cousin's abandoned bridesmaid dress. I'm pretty sure my junior roommate, Lindsay, only asked me because she wanted "plain" bridesmaids. She said something about not wanting to be outshone on her big day.
I was thankful to get a private room my senior year.
My sister, Jenny, never even considered making me a bridesmaid. Ironically, her reason for not asking me -- not liking me -- resulted in this inadvertent and certainly unintentional kindness.
I'd suffered butt bows. I'd carried those stupid matching shawls that never stayed on past the ceremony. I'd worn Mint Sorbet, Periwinkle Fizz, and Passionate Pomegranate -- all of which translated into "hideous $175 dress with shoes dyed to match, neither of which you will wear again."
And now, Jolene McClaine, the betrothed of my best friend, wanted me to wear the ugliest dress of them all. Jolene and Zeb had met at the local chapter of the Friends and Family of the Undead, where Zeb had sought help after my new undead condition left him even twitchier than usual. It was your basic love story. Boy meets girl. Boy dates girl. Girl turns out to be a werewolf. Boy and girl get engaged and slowly drive me insane.
In a way, I brought the two of them together, which meant I had no one to blame for this hoop-skirted fiasco but myself. I knew the whole point of having bridesmaids was dressing them like circus folk so you would look better by comparison. But this was beyond the pale. I'd be lucky if angry villagers didn't pelt me with rotten produce.
"This is why I wanted to go shopping with you!" I cried, flopping back on the couch with the boneless petulance of a teenage orthodontia patient.
"Well, the Bridal Barn closes at about three hours before sunset, Jane. So unless you're willing to risk bursting into flame just to exercise your control issues over a stupid dress, I think we're out of options."
I hadn't been a vampire for very long, so sometimes I forgot about the limitations of my condition and the pains Zeb took to avoid throwing said limitations in my face. It didn't mean I was going to wear that monstrosity of a dress, but I would at least stop giving Zeb a hard time. I had developed a nasty habit of needling Zeb since he'd started planning his wedding. Zeb had been my best friend since...well, forever. I was used to having his undivided attention. Of course, he was used to me breathing and eating solid foods. We'd both had to make adjustments. He was just much better at them.
It seemed doubly cruel to pick on Zeb now. While some members of Jolene's family were thrilled that she was marrying a nice guy with a stable income and his own home, there were several uncles who declared the union "clan shame, "the werewolf version of a shandeh.
Werewolves are the most highly evolved were species. They have the most regular change cycle and the most complete, dependable changes. Being natural pack animals in both forms, they also have the most stable social hierarchy. There is an alpha male mated to the female of his choice, who becomes the alpha female. While the lesser clan members have property rights and general free will, all major decisions must be filtered through the alpha couple, particularly the alpha male. Everything from mate selection to business management has to be deemed for the good of the pack.
Jolene's family was one of the first to settle in Half-Moon Hollow. Their farm was now home to the clan alpha couple, Lonnie and Mimi McClaine, their three children, eighteen aunts and uncles, and forty-nine cousins. Jolene was the last unmarried female in her generation, which is not to say she had been without proposals. She'd been courted by scions of several prominent werewolf clans. Her own cousin Vance -- a tall fellow who reminded me of Jethro from the Beverly Hillbillies, only more broody -- had made several failed bids for her paw since she'd turned seventeen. But it was my gangly, goofy, incurably human BFF who stole her heart away.
Lonnie had to tamp down Vance's open griping about Jolene's engagement with a visit to Vance's trailer. It was the werewolf equivalent of a trip to the woodshed. Vance responded by driving to Zeb's house and peeing in his yard. Apparently, you have to be a male or a wolf to understand what an insult this was. In a werewolf pack, you cannot interfere with the mate choice of a clan fellow. You cannot intentionally harm that werewolf 's chosen mate. You are not, however, required to help that person should he find himself in a life-threatening situation. Somehow, Zeb had managed to stumble into several such situations in the few months since he'd been engaged to Jolene. He'd had several hunting "accidents" while visiting the McClaine farm, even though he didn't hunt. The brakes on his car had failed while he was driving home from the farm -- twice. Also, a running chainsaw mysteriously fell on him from a hayloft.
He would never get that pinkie toe back.
Jolene insisted that her relatives were just being playful. I insisted that Zeb not venture out to the McClaine farm without a vampire escort, which certainly hadn't improved his stance with the future in-laws. Despite the grudging acceptance they offered Zeb, most of the clan was distrustful of vampires. Some, in fact, wore vampire fangs around their necks, next to the gold-plated charms that spelled out their names.
On the other side of the aisle were Zeb's parents, Ginger and Floyd, and they weren't exactly thrilled about the wedding, either. Mama Ginger had been planning my wedding to her son since we were kids. Apparently, the image of Zeb coming home to my pretend kitchen carrying a briefcase made of newspaper was permanently burned into her cortex. She figured that having known me since I was six and seen multiple examples of my being firmly planted under my own mama's thumb, I was the only acceptable candidate for a potential daughter-in-law. For my last living Christmas, she'd given me a Precious Moments wedding planner with my and Zeb's names already filled in.
Mama Ginger saw the world as it should be, according to Mama Ginger. And when something didn't conform to that vision, she went to drastic lengths to correct it. I didn't know what made her think she had the right. It may have had something to do with all the chemicals she inhaled at her not-quite-licensed kitchen beauty shop. Just to give you an example, Mama Ginger could not fathom that I would go to senior prom with anyone but Zeb, so she told several of the mothers at her salon that I was being treated for a suspicious rash. This fixed it so no boy at our high school would go anywhere near me with a corsage. With no other eleventh-hour options, Zeb and I ended up going together. Mama Ginger kept the pictures in a place of honor on her mantel.
As Mama Ginger couldn't have her say in choosing the bride, she'd decided to make planning the wedding as unpleasant as possible. She'd objected to the wedding date, saying it conflicted with her bingo night. Every plan Jolene had was dismissed as alternately "trashy" or "too highfalutin." Mama Ginger was also incredibly insulted when Jolene politely refused the Precious Moments bride-and-groom cake topper she'd saved for Zeb's wedding.
Precious Moments. Gah. I could rip a man's spinal column out through his nose, and I still found those things frightening.
Zeb's father, Floyd, had expressed little interest in the wedding after he found out there wouldn't be a Velveeta fountain or a big screen showing the scheduled UK basketball game.
So, the reception was going to be fun. As much fun as one could have while dressed as Satan's tea cozy.
The Naomi Harper bridesmaids' dresses were a concession to the McClaine family tradition of renting formal wear from Jolene's aunt Vonnie's dress shop, the Bridal Barn. Vonnie made all of the dresses herself, using three patterns, all of which ended up looking like a circa 1982 pattern called "Ruffles and Dreams."
"I know, Janie, I know it's ugly," Zeb said, his big doe eyes all guileless and earnest. Dang it, I always buckled under the baby browns. "It is the world's ugliest dress. Of all the dresses you will ever wear, this is the one your body may reject like a faulty organ. As soon as I get back from the honeymoon, I will help you build the bonfire to burn this dress. But I'm asking you as my closest friend in the entire world, will you please just wear the stupid dress for one day? Without whining? Or describing it? Or making Jolene feel bad? Or pissing off Jolene's cousins?"
"Any more conditions?" I grumbled.
"I reserve the right to make addendums," he said, one sandy-blond brow arching its way up to curly hair of the same shade.
"What kind of kindergarten teacher talks like that?" I groused. Engagement had changed Zeb. He was more aggressive, more mature, partly from having to defend himself in life-threatening situations. Unfortunately, he was being more aggressive and mature with me, which sucked.
"What kind of children's librarian takes a job at an occult bookstore?" he countered.
"Vampire." I pointed to my chest. "And I'm not a librarian anymore. When they fire you, they kind of take the label, too."
Zeb's smile thinned as he blinked owlishly and pressed his fingers to his temples. He took a pill bottle out of his pocket.
"Yeah." He sighed. "I've just been getting these headaches lately."
My pessimistic brain flashed on possibilities including clots and tumors. Batting down small flares of panic, I asked, "Have you seen a doctor?"
"Yeah. He said they're probably stress-related."
I poked a finger at the wedding binder. "I can't imagine."
"Wedding planning is stressful, even when you're not marrying into a family with mouths full of fangs and guts full of burning hatred, both of which are aimed at you," Zeb muttered as he dry-swallowed two Tylenol. "On a brighter note, where's your ghostly roommate?"
"Out," I said of my great-aunt Jettie, who had died about six months before I was turned and had been pleasantly haunting me ever since. "With my grandpa Fred again. They're becoming quite the hot and heavy couple."
"I didn't realize ghosts roamed around so much," he said. "Where do they go?"
"As long as it keeps me from seeing two deceased old people getting all touchy on my couch, I do not care."
He grinned. "That's so gross."
"Tell me about it." I grimaced. "I'm working extra shifts at the bookstore, unpaid, just to get out of the house. I keep walking into rooms and finding them...guuuuh. And speaking of the store, we need to table the dress negotiations for now. My shift starts in about an hour. We're expecting some ancient Babylonian scrolls that Mr. Wainwright found on eBay, so he's really excited. He thinks they may have been used in a summoning rite."
"So, you purchased ancient Babylonian texts, which may or may not call forth Gozer the Destroyer, on eBay?" Zeb asked. He cocked his head and gave a goofy grin. "You know, a year ago, I would have thought you were kidding."
I shrugged, pushing the dreaded bridesmaid's dress photo from my considerable field of vision. "And yet..."
I scooped up the ringing phone, knowing before I pressed it to my ear that it would be my mother. I didn't use my spiffy new mind-reading powers or anything. Mama called every night before my shift to make sure I was careful on the three-step walk from my car to the bookstore. She tended to "forget" that I now had superstrength and could twist any prospective mugger into a pretzel.
Mama had responded to my coming out as a vampire with the traditional stages of grief. She just got stuck at denial. She had decided to ignore it completely and pretend it away. She brought two frozen pot pies over to my house each week to "help me out with meals," which was handy, because I needed something around to feed the ever-ravenous Jolene. Mama dropped by during the day, then got upset when the vampire "sleepy-time" instinct kept me from chatting. It was as if she thought I could change my mind about being a vampire and give back my membership card.
"I have some bad news, honey," Mama said as I picked up the phone. She'd long since parted with the niceties of phone greetings. After a dramatic pause, she said, "Grandpa Bob passed last night."
"Awww," I moaned. "Another one?"
This may seem like a strange, even cold, reaction. But you have to understand my grandma Ruthie's marital history. She'd been widowed four times, via milk truck, anaphylactic shock, spider bite, and lightning strike (the lamented, aforementioned Grandpa Fred). I wrote a poem titled "Grandpa's in an Urn" in fifth grade. I had to spend a lot of time in the guidance counselor's office after that.
I loved Bob. Despite not being my actual grandpa or even a step-grandpa yet, Bob had always been nice to me. But he was engaged to Grandma Ruthie for five years and had chronic conditions of the heart, lungs, and liver. He had survived longer than expected.
"Your grandmother says there was some sort of mixup with his medication." Mama sighed. I could practically hear the cap from her "nerve pills" rattling loose.
Knowing this would take a while, Zeb got out my blender to begin another batch of experimental "Jane shakes." He'd been using a combination of condiments and dessert toppings to make the synthetic blood a little bit more like the human food I missed so much. My current favorite was Faux Type O mixed with a little bit of cherry syrup and a lot of Hershey's new Blood Additive Chocolate Syrup: "The pleasant sensation of chocolate without the unpleasant undead side effects!" That was an excellent selling point considering those side effects were the vomiting and agony that came with vampires trying to digest solid foods.
Mama's voice trembled under the weight of Grandma Ruthie's expectations. "I don't know what I'm going to do. Grandma seems to think we should be hosting the funeral as the next of kin. Bob's children are having a fit. She's already made a scene down at Whitlow's Funeral Home over the release of the body. And now she expects me to help her plan the visitation, the buffet, the service -- "
"The full Ruthie Early-Lange-Bodeen-Floss-Whitaker special?" I asked.
"I wish you would stop calling it that," Mama huffed.
"She's held the same funeral service for four husbands. I'll call it what I want." I snorted.
"Jane, I'm really going to need your help with this," Mama said, the faintest wheedling tone creeping into her voice.
"Why can't Jenny help you with this?"
"Jenny's busy with the Charity League Follies, and she's serving as chairwoman of the Women's Club Winter Ball this year." Mama was in a full-blown whine now.
"But good old Jane doesn't have a life, right? Why not make her chairwoman of the funeral luncheon?"
"Don't start that, Jane," Mama warned. "If you would just talk to Jenny and work out this silly business, you could both help me."
"I think it ceased being silly business when I was deposed," I told her.
Jenny had made good on her promise not to talk to me after I came out to my family. She had, however, sent me a lovely note through the law firm of Hapscombe and Schmidt, stating that Jenny wanted access to the family Bible. The Bible, which contained all of the Early genealogical information, had been willed to me through our great-aunt Jettie as part of the contents of our ancestral home, River Oaks. Jenny's lawyers had stated that as a vampire, I could not touch it and had no use for it. I'd had the local offices of the ACLU and the World Council for the Equal Treatment of the Undead send her a cease-and-desist letter stating that such statements were inflammatory and untrue. She'd responded by sending me a copy of the family tree she'd painstakingly calligraphed onto parchment, with my name burned out with a soldering iron. An ugly flurry of legal correspondence followed, and I ended up drinking Thanksgiving "dinner" with my parents after the rest of my family went home.
"Now, don't expect me to take sides," Mama said. "You girls are going to have to work this out yourselves."
"Most of the funeral stuff is going to be done during daylight hours," I said. "I'm not even going to be able to attend the burial. Humans get upset when vampires burst into flames right next to them."
"But you have all the time in the world to plan Zeb's wedding," Mama grumbled. She always got a little cranky when I brought up the "v word." "Where's the happy couple registered? The Dollar Store?"
"First of all...that was really funny," I whispered, glad that Zeb had ducked into the walk-in pantry and hadn't heard it. "But it was a mean thing to say. I'm the only one allowed to make mean jokes about Jolene's family, as I am the one wearing the ugliest dress in the history of bridesmaid-kind."
"What color is it?" Mama demanded. "It's not yellow, is it? Because you know yellow makes you look sallow."
"Mama, focus, please. I will help with the prep work for Bob's funeral as much as I can, during the evening, when I can fit it in around work hours. But I can't do much."
"That's all I'm asking for, honey, a little effort," she said, placated.
"As little as possible," I assured her. "How is Grandma doing?" I asked, trying not to let the resentment in my voice bubble through the phone line. "Should I stop by her house on the way to work?"
"Um, no," Mama said in a sad attempt to be vague. "There's going to be such a crowd there..."
"And it would be a shame for me to come by and make things awkward," I finished for her. The heavy silence on Mama's end said I was right, but Mama preferred not to put it into words.
I don't know why Grandma's rejection of me still stung. Elderly relatives were supposed to give you lipsticky kisses and ask intrusive questions about your love life. They were supposed to brag about your achievements to the point where nonrelatives wanted to gouge their eardrums at the mere mention of your name. They were not supposed to request at least one week's advance notice if you attended family gatherings or insist on wearing a cross the size of a hubcap whenever you walked into a room. My only consolation was that Grandma looked like Flavor Flav and usually tipped over under the weight of her bling.
Eager to get back to a subject she could control, Mama listed the dishes she expected me to prepare to perk up the usual funeral potluck offerings. Apparently, there was some sort of dessert involving Jell-O, cream cheese, and mandarin oranges in my future. While I saw it as completely unfair that someone who didn't eat should have to cook, these arguments failed to impress Mama. I promised to come by for my assigned shopping list after dark.
"How are things going with that Gabriel?" Mama asked. Mama was happy I was dating someone, particularly someone who literally came from one of the oldest families in town. But she was pretending that Gabriel wasn't, either. I could only expect so much. "Have you seen him lately?"
"Not for a week or so. He had to go to Nashville for business."
On the other end of the line, Mama sighed. Dang it. I had just extended the conversation by about twenty minutes. Ever since I'd established a semi-sort-of-relationship with Gabriel, Mama's favorite activity had been giving me relationship advice. I thought she saw it as a girlie bonding thing. "Honey, what have I always told you?"
Now, honestly, that could be any number of things, ranging from "Avoid contact with any surface in a public bathroom" to "Men don't buy the cow when you hand them the keys to the dairy." So I took a shot in the dark.
"Um, never trust a man with two first names," I guessed.
"Well, yes, but not what I had in mind."
"Never trust a man with a remote-control fireplace?" I suggested.
"No," she said, her patience audibly thinning.
"Never trust a -- "
"Honey." I could almost hear Mama shaking her head in dismay at my lack of man-savvy. "Relationships are fifty-fifty, give and take. You have to make an effort. He's up there all by himself for a whole week. Why couldn't you go up to visit him?"
"I have to work. And isn't that kind of desperate?"
"There's nothing wrong with showing some interest. You could make a little more of an effort. I could have Sheila take a look at your hair -- "
"Mama, I really need to get off the phone if I'm going to make it to work on time," I said. "And Zeb's over here, and we're trying to talk about bridesmaid stuff. I've really got to go."
"Don't let them put you in yellow. You know how washed-out you look in yellow!" Mama was saying as I put the receiver in its cradle.
"Someone has to lock my grandma up. She's single-handedly taking down the Greatest Generation," I moaned.
Zeb smirked at me as I slumped down and smacked my head against the counter. In a granite-muffled voice, I told him, "Shut it, or I'm calling your mama and telling her that your parents' names aren't on the invitations. That'll keep you tied up for months."
"That seems uncalled for," he muttered. Copyright © 2009 by Molly Harper White
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In most series the second or even the third book will never compare to the first. Not the case when it comes to Jane Jameson. I was as entertained throughout this book as I was with the first one. Love Molly Harper and I cant wait to read the third book.
You know, just when I think there's an outside chance that I could actually write something halfway decent someday, I read a Molly Harper book and realize that I could never come up with half of the things she does. A quarter, even. A Titanic-themed wedding? In which the chips and salsa are each arranged in a dish created to look like half of the sinking ship? With favors decorated with ribbons saying "H.M.S. Titanic" on one side and "Zeb and Jolene, Struck by Love" on the other? No, the bar has been set too darn high. Drat. In the second Jane Jameson book, we see our heroine adjusting to her new life as a vsmpire. The plans for her best friend's wedding to his werewolf fiancee are well underway (see wedding, Titanic-themed above), her night job at the occult bookstore is going well if not paying well, and her undead boyfriend/sire Gabriel is very attentive...when he's actually in town. Which, unfortunately, isn't happening an awful lot. Add to that the fact that Zeb's mama Ginger is having major difficulties dealing with the fact that her son isn't marrying Jane, Gabriel seems to have a secret he's not sharing, Jane's high school crush has reemerged from the mists of time and miraculously remembers her name, and Grandma Ruthie has lost yet another husband--and brings a date to his funeral, and you've got another couple of months in the life (afterlife?) of everyone's favorite ex-librarian turned "lost one". I can't wait to read book three, but I'm going to force myself to do so because book four has neither a title nor a definite release date beyond March 2012...obviously, I need to pace myself.
A delightful, fun read. I ADORE Molly Harper's wit, charm, snarky sense of humor, magical world of Half Moon Hollow.....and the Jane Jamison series. I've read several, some of them out of order quite by accident, and found NICE GIRLS DON'T DATE DEAD MEN to be both amusing and a little frustrating. At times it was evident story developments would play a significant role....but for the time being it didn't make a whole lot of sense...and seemed to drag on by. At other times, the action and fun and chuckles made for a sparkling read. Lots of questions were raised in this installment (#2) in the series that are not yet answered, i.e., what's up with Gabriel?...still, I think it could be a stand-alone read (with the expectation that not everything will get tied up with a fancy bow at the end). Highly recommended to fans of paranormal romance, fans of light romantic comedies, those who adore vampires and shifters and the humor inherently found in family dynamics and situational comedy. Sensuality Level: PG-13 Language: PG
This is Jane Jameson's second adventure as a sarcastic, newly-undead, ex-librarian with more than her fair share of quirky friends and relatives (living, dead, and undead). This one picks up right where the first left off, with Jane's life-long friend, Zeb, planning his wedding to Jolene, who just happens to be a werewolf. Their wedding seems just as doomed as the Titanic (which just happens to be the wedding's theme) with both families fighting it tooth and nail (in Jolene's case, literally!). Zeb's mother, Mama Ginger, can't get over the fact that he's not marrying Jane, and she's willing to do just about anything to make her dream of Jane and Zeb together come true. Meanwhile, Jane's Grandma Ruthie buries another husband (well, in this case, an almost-husband) with her new boyfriend in tow. There's something about that new boyfriend that isn't quite normal, and Jane discovers that Ruthie may well have finally met her match. Jane continues to be insecure about her relationship with sire/boyfriend Gabriel, and his secretive behavior begins to give her reason for concern. I continue to enjoy this series. I love Jane as a character. I also love that in this novel she starts gaining confidence and standing up for herself against her pushy relatives. I am really interested to see how Jane and Gabriel's relationship unfolds and what new mess Jane will inevitably get herself into.
I've read a lot of vampire books, some dark, some smut filled and it's nice to read and it¿s nice to take a break from some of the darker Urban Fantasy ones to enjoy a light funny read. With vampires are named Dick Cheney (not the ex-vice prez) how can it not make you laugh. In this installment of the series the gang deals with Zeb and Jolene¿s wedding. Let me just say if I had a family that was as nosey as Jane, Zeb and Jolene¿s I would have moved or gone to jail for killing a few of them. It actually got to the point to where it got a little annoying. I kept thing that all three of them needed to grow a part of balls and stand up to their families. Each chapter starts with a saying from the book ¿Mating Rituals and Love Customs of the Were¿. This helps set the mood for the wedding horrors for that following chapter. Zeb starts acting weird halfway through the book but I quickly figure out what¿s going on and wait to see how long it takes our main characters to get on board with the answer to WTH is wrong with him. Another character starts acting a bit like a stalker towards Jane is her high school crush, Adam. First he comes off sweet and seems to have taken a real liking to Jane the adult when he didn¿t give Jane the teenager a second thought. Just when you think there might be a love triangle starting it ends when Jane uses her very spotty mind reading trick. Jane and Gabriel¿s relationship is far from perfect and things start to get even rockier towards the end of the book which leaves a lot of unanswered questions for Jane. But I¿ve already started the 3rd book and it seems that the relationship problems that start in Nice Girls Don¿t Date Dead Men are the setup for the main plot for Nice Girls Don¿t Live Forever. So in a nut shell NGDDD is about horrors of everything that surrounds planning a wedding and having to wear the ugliest braids maid dress and the ups and downs of relationships; plus controlling yourself enough to keep from killing your family.
"Nice Girls Don't Date Dead Men" is Molly Harper's second Jane Jameson novel. I first noticed that I really liked the cover. The second thing I noticed was that the book was decently `plump' in size. I bought this book at the same time I bought the new Servant and Alpha & Omega books. They both seemed disappointingly thin, so "NGDDDM" stood out in comparison. Now I admit to enjoying both urban fantasy and paranormal romance but this series really doesn't fit in either genre. "NGDDDM" doesn't really have a main plot but Jane has a lot going on. Her best friend Zeb is marrying Jolene, a werewolf. Her were-family is trying to maim or kill him. Zeb's mother, Mama Ginger, is convinced Jolene is wrong for Zeb and is taking desperate measures to convince Zeb he should marry Jane instead. Jane's sire and boyfriend Gabriel is disappearing and being mysterious. Now Grandam Ruthie has another dead husband and a new fiancé who may just be one of the UNDEAD. And this isn't even including her regular family and work drama! My complaint with the first book was that although the book at times was laugh aloud funny, the story's main idea wasn't very unique. That is still a legitimate opinion with book 2. The idea of a girl turning vampire and falling for her sire has been done and done over. Yet there is an undeniable charm in Molly Harper's series. The characters are likeable and fun. The situations these characters find themselves in are over the top, but often hilarious. The reason for that hilarity is that even in Harper's most outrageous situations, some relatable (and human) element shines through. Have most of us not wanted to throw a plate through our sister's car and break her windows? After this happens in the book, Jane looks over at her mom and dad and innocently says, "She started it!" I do find that Harper's characters are strong enough (and again funny enough) to shine in a story that sounds like it could be just another recycled paranormal plot. All the side stories here make the book far more unique and compelling than it would have been had it been overwhelmed by a trite "whodunit" plot. In my opinion, this character driven story was superior to the first in the series, as well as superior to many of the similar themed books on the shelf. I look forward to reading more about Jane and her friends.
First time reading Molly Harper's work. After finishing this book, I immediately wanted to find the next one in the series. Great humorous narrative similar to Charlaine Harris' style (IMO).
Title: Nice Girls Don't Date Dead MenAuthor: Molly HarperGenre: Paranormal Romance; Mystery# of pages: KindleStart date:12/24End date:12/25Borrowed/bought: boughtMy rating of the book, F- [worst] to A [best]: B+Description of the book: We are reunited with the story of Jane Jameson, fired librarian turned vampire as she helps her best friend Zeb plan his wedding.Review: While this book didn't seem quite as quippy as the first book, it was still enjoyable. I did really enjoy all of the characters. I would have given Mama Ginger a piece of my mind had I been there. I really can't believe Zeb or Jane didn't say something sooner to her about her behavior.
Like You Slay Me, this is a light, frothy take on the supernatural. My problem is that I don't seem to find their jokes or asides as funny or as witty as they expect. These books have huge readerships, they don't need me, but I guess I need my supernatural intense and tortured, because I find the light happy ones totally unbelievable and unengaging. Jane is sweet enough, her BFF is Zeb who is about to marry a werewolf, high jinks ensue.
Well, I absolutely loved the first book in this series (you can read that review here) and finally broke down and bought myself some more books, which included this one. So this one bascially left off where the first one ended, which was when her best friend, Zeb hooked up with a werewolf. Now it's wedding time but it seems that Zeb's mother doesn't really like the new girl in his life and would do anything to prevent him from marrying her.Poor Jane is the center of Zeb's mother's obsession and really she is trying to regain some type of 'life' as a vampire. She's working in a an occult bookstore for Mr. Wainwright, who also loves the paranormal, so he loves Jane like a daughter. And with her sire and boyfriend, Gabriel, who loves to be away on business almost constantly, she has no idea really where their relationship stands. So when a crush of hers from high school decides that he's going to start flirting and trying to get to know her better, she almost falls for it.There is just so much going on in this book, Zeb's wedding, along with the disasters of family-in-laws, on both sides - Jane trying to figure out what going on in her life, with a lot of touchy times with family deaths and well, her family. Period. This is one book that was a lot of fun to read and I just love books that make me laugh. Jane, snarky - she really reminds me of myself. Her family is just like everyone else, they have their problems between members. All of the characters, the reader can really get a feel for them and the plot itself winds it's way through the story and creates a pleasant, yet comical world! This book earned it's 5 skulls rating! I can't wait to read the next book to find out what going to happen next!
Jane is getting ready for her best friend, Jeb, to marry the werewolf of his dreams. Some people are really not happy with this "mixed marriage" so Jane is mending fences for them while unable to fix the problems in her own family problems. They just can not get used to the idea of her being a vampire. They only person in her family who understands her is her ghostly Aunt Jettie. Meanwhile, she is trying to understand her boyfriend and sire, Gabriel. Oh, heck, just read the books. It is too complicated to explain.So far, this series has been great!. They are funny and endearing. Can't wait for the next one that is scheduled to come out January 2010.
My Thoughts - 5 out of 5 Unicorns - I loved it!!! ***I choose what I read and review based on what intrigues me!! I bought this audiobook because I liked the narrator and Molly Harper’s humor in her books. I got the first 5 books so far. This is the 2nd book in the series, and it is packed with just as much humor and sarcasm as the first. It is definitely a book for adults. Amanda is still the narrator which I love because I like when it is an awesome narrator for it not to change. Jane is still the star of the book, and she still has interesting family issues. In this book, the focus is her being a bridesmaid for her best friend Zeb’s wedding. I loved this story and couldn’t stop listening. Molly Harper has written a fabulous story where you never know what will happen next other than humor and Jane’s life is probably going to be in danger, and she is having to put out all sorts of wedding fires as the maid of honor. There was tons of action and excitement throughout the book. I highly recommend to any paranormal fan because it is packed with awesomeness! I really love this series so far!
Jane really does not have much luck except when it comes to her friends. Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, Witches - you name it Jane will probably encounter it. Molly Harper writes an engaging book, a little mystery, a little laughter, a little romance. I enjoyed this second in the series and am looking forward to number three.
Love Jane's adventures, her fights with her crazy family, her and lucious Gabriel (sigh). I just can't believe that I laugh OUT LOUD when reading these books. On to #3.