Fashionably Dead by Robyn Peterman is hilariously witty! Think of a paranormal version of Clueless. I will admit that it took me a little bit to get completely into the story but once I got about 1/4 way through, I was in love. A great mix of all things magical. Vampyres, angels, fairies, demons, etc. I enjoyed the first book of the Hot Damned series so much that I started on the next book, Fashionably Dead Down Under, which made me laugh out loud nonstop. I’m on book 4 now and it’s still amazing. Have I mentioned that this book is FREE on kindle?! I absolutely love getting a good book for free, I mean who doesn’t? Get it today!
Vampyres don’t exist. They absolutely do not exist.
At least I didn’t think they did ‘til I tried to quit smoking and ended up Undead. Who in the hell did I screw over in a former life that my getting healthy equates with dead?
Now I’m a Vampyre. Yes, we exist whether we want to or not. However, I have to admit, the perks aren’t bad. My girls no longer jiggle, my ass is higher than a kite and the latest Prada keeps finding its way to my wardrobe. On the downside, I’m stuck with an obscenely profane Guardian Angel who looks like Oprah and a Fairy Fighting Coach who’s teaching me to annihilate like the Terminator.
To complicate matters, my libido has increased to Vampyric proportions and my attraction to a hotter than Satan’s underpants killer rogue Vampyre is not only dangerous . . . it’s possibly deadly. For real dead. Permanent death isn’t on my agenda. Avoiding him is my only option. Of course, since he thinks I’m his, it’s easier said than done. Like THAT’S not enough to deal with, all the other Vampyres think I’m some sort of Chosen One.
Holy Hell, if I’m in charge of saving an entire race of blood suckers, the Undead are in for one hell of a ride.