Undead and Unreturnable

This is how my tombstone read: Elizabeth Anne Taylor April 25, 1974–April 25, 2004 Our sweetheart, only resting

Only, I wasn’t resting under it. I had, of course, died in the spring. Rose in the early dawn hours the day of my funeral and gone on undead walkabout. Since my body was MIA, the funeral was canceled. But my mother, who had been in a huge fight with my dad and stepmom about what to spend on my marble tombstone, had rushed to order the thing. By the time it was finished, no funeral, no service, no burial. So anyway, my tombstone had been in storage for the last six months.

After a while, the funeral home had politely contacted my mother and asked what she’d like to do with it. Since Mom had the plot and stone paid for, she had them stick it in the dirt two days ago and then mentioned it at lunch yesterday.

Jessica and Laura had been morbidly curious to see it, and I’d tagged along.

What the hell, it made for a break from wedding arrangements and Christmas cards …

So begins the newest hilarious adventure in the life of Betsy Taylor, reluctant Queen of the Vampires. It’s Christmastime in the kingdom of the undead(otherwise known as Minneapolis), which is as complicated as it sounds. Betsy isn’t going to let a little thing like death and blood-drinking stop her from enjoying the holidays or planning her upcoming spring wedding to drop-dead gorgeous vamp Eric Sinclair.

But all is not merry and bright—Betsy is plagued by ghosts who demand her help in rectifying their past mistakes, and a serial killer is on the loose. With his victims all being tall, blond women, Betsy fits the profile exactly …

With warmth, style, and laugh-out-loud humor, MaryJanice Davidson shows why readers everywhere love Betsy Taylor and have turned her adventures into a bestselling phenomenon.

“MaryJanice Davidson is a refreshing voice to both the romance and vampire world of writing … I cannot recommend her enough!”—ParaNormal Romance Reviews

© 2005 Recorded Books (Hljóðbók): 9781440780851

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Hljóðbók: 26 oktober 2005