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What she definitely doesn't see coming is foreign exchange student - and vampire - Lucius Vladescu showing up at her door.
According to Lucius, Jessica is actually vampire royalty, and they've been betrothed to one another since infancy. Beth Fantaskey lives in rural Pennslyvania with her husband and three daughters.
But when a devious cheerleader sets her sights on Lucius, Jess finds herself fighting to win back her wayward prince, stop a global vampire war--and save Lucius's soul from eternal destruction.
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Armed with newfound confidence and a copy of Growing Up Undead: A Teen Vampire’s Guide to Dating, Health, and Emotions, Jessica makes a dramatic transition from average American teenager to glam European vampire princess. Twisting around, I peered out the rear window, and my heart sank. ."Had I really heard him call me by that long-forgotten name?
But then a bizarre (and incredibly hot) new exchange student named Lucius Vladescu shows up, claiming that Jessica is a Romanian vampire princess by birthand he’s her long-lost fiancé.
She has a master’s degree in journalism and has written a variety of pieces from speeches to newsletters to short fiction.
She is the author of the young adult novels Jessica’s Guide to Dating on the Dark Side and Jekel Loves Hyde.
But when a devious cheerleader sets her sights on Lucius, Jess finds herself fighting to win back her wayward prince, stop a global vampire war—and save Lucius’s soul from eternal destruction I am still unsure what I feel about this book. There are parts where I was completely enthralled and couldn't put it down, and others where I wanted to roll my eyes and walk away for a bit.
But when a devious cheerleader sets her sights on Lucius, Jess finds herself fighting to win back her wayward prince, stop a global vampire warand save Lucius’s soul from eternal destruction Chapter 1THE FIRST TIME I saw him, a heavy, gray fog clung to the cornfields, tails of mist slithering between the dying stalks. He was still there, but in the road now, booted feet planted on either side of the double yellow line, arms still crossed, watching the bus drive away. And if he knew that obscure fact, what else did the dark stranger, receding in the mist, know about my past?
It was a dreary early morning right after Labor Day, and I was waiting for the school bus, just minding my own business, standing at the end of the dirt lane that connected my family’s farmhouse to the main road into town. Dilly put the bus in gear, and I stumbled down the aisle, searching for an empty seat or a friendly face among the half-groggy riders. The town kids were probably still sleeping, safe and sound in their beds. More to the point, what did he want with me in the present?
But it was obvious that he was tall and wearing a long, dark coat, almost like a cloak. Who stands under a tree at the crack of dawn, in the middle of nowhere, wearing a black cloak? And why did my dad have to be so big on mass transit, anyhow? The name I’d been given at birth, in Eastern Europe, before I’d been adopted and brought to America, rechristened Jessica Packwood. "Jessica evolves nicely with each new shocking revelation, becoming, over the course of the novel, an intriguing and strong protagonist . The story is highly entertaining with plenty of action, drama, romance, as well as self-discovery." — School Library Journal "Fantaskey's novel is far more than a romantic fantasy .
He must have realized I’d spotted him, because he shifted a little, like he was deciding whether to leave. It had never struck me how vulnerable I’d been all those mornings I’d waited out there alone, but the realization hit me hard then. Why couldn’t I own a car, like practically every other senior? In the precious split second I wasted being angry at my father, the stranger really did move in my direction, stepping out from under the tree, and I could have swornjust as the bus, thank god, crested the rise about fifty yards down the road I could have sworn I heard him say, "Antanasia."My old name .