Undead and Unemployed (Queen Betsy, Book 2)
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Being royally undead isn't all it's cracked up to be--there are still bills to be paid. Luckily, new Queen of the Vampires Betsy Taylor lands her dream job selling designer shoes at Macy's.
But when a string of vampire murders hits St. Paul, Betsy must enlist the help of the one vamp who makes her blood boil: the oh-so-sexy Sinclair. Now, she's really treading on dangerous ground--high heels and all.
door on the left. Watch the seventh step, it squeaks.” I couldn’t help but stare at him, and knew my bewilderment must have shown on my face. Odder and odder. But we had our duty, and even had permission to finish it. I pulled the cork from the bottle of holy water and led the way upstairs. Chapter 14 I opened the door and, to my total amazement, got a vial full of water thrown in my face. For a moment I just sputtered. Then I started to sneeze. Oh, great. Holy water! The stuff was worse
room, knelt, and hugged her. And nearly let go of her. It was like embracing an ice sculpture. But at least I could touch her now. “Don’t cry,” I said into her teeny, perfect, ghostly ear. “We’ll fix it.” She sniffed and hugged me back. Pretty good grip for a little kid, too. “No you won’t. Nobody can.” “We’re not like the other people who have lived here,” Sinclair commented. I turned and looked at him, pulling Marie into my lap. “What, you can hear her now?” “Yes. She was very faint at
I pulled up outside my father’s house. It was much too big for two people, tucked away in the fashionable suburb of Edina, and was too expensive for the housing market. Which made it perfect for my stepmother, Antonia Taylor, aka the Ant. “Bet they don’t have termites,” I muttered, staring at the house. “What?” “Never mind.” We got out of the car and headed for the front door. Before Jess could knock, I put my arm around her shoulder and said, “I apologize in advance for everything my
lot about shoes,” Renee said, staring. “I didn’t even notice the Jude pumps had gotten mixed in with the others, and I’ve been here four months.” I tried not to shudder at her ignorance; it wouldn’t be nice. Luckily, the dude rescued me. “Excuse me, ladies. Find everything you needed?” “Unfortunately, no. Maybe he’ll do it next season.” “Mmmm.” His name tag read John Mason, Store Manager. He looked like my dad’s accountant…balding, glasses, good suit, great shoes. He smelled like Calvin
lamprey on legs; I wasn’t going to be an accessory to grand larceny. I was rinsing the mop in the toilet when I heard a knock. I hurried to the living room and opened the door before Jessica could wake up. Tina stood there, looking all big-eyed and hopeful. She took one look at my ensemble and slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the giggles. “Get lost,” I suggested. I still wasn’t speaking to her. Thanks to her, and Sinclair, I was the queen of the undead. A small fact they’d hidden until