Guys, I think I have found the worst book yet.  It’s forbidden love between Vampire and Vampire Slayer, only so much worse than that. 

I will say that this telling will begin a bit differently, as this new novel was found in the discount pile at Powell’s by myself and my friend Kristin, and then one of us read it aloud while the other scrawled horrified notes on napkins in a coffee shop.  So, this might be a bit disjointed.  (For example, some of Kristin’s horrified notes are just “Boners tonight!  BONERS!” “You walked into that one.” “This woman’s body does not function like it should!” “Rump-induced hypnosis!” and, and this is a direct quote, “CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPYCREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEP CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY.”  I have absolutely no idea what parts of the book any of those comments pertain to.)  So, bear with us.

Without futher ado:
 

There’s a lot at stake in this romance.
THERE’S A LOT AT STAKE
AT STAKE

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