Between a Vamp and a Hard Place
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3.5 • 2 Ratings
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- $9.99
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- $9.99
Publisher Description
In the wickedly funny spirit of bestselling authors Kerrelyn Sparks and Molly Harper, this sexy paranormal romance features an estate broker and a 600-year-old vampire out for revenge.
Lindsey Hughes loves antiques and couldn’t be happier to make a living in the estate sale business. But when her assistant accidentally buys an entire estate without her approval, Lindsey is forced to clean up the mess herself.
Lindsey travels to the newly purchased, age-old house in Venice, Italy, and soon discovers more than she (never) bargained for. While digging through the hoarder’s trove that fills every floor, she finds a secret staircase behind a wall that leads to a strange coffin…with an even stranger inhabitant.
Vampire Rand FitzWulf has been in his coffin for 600 years. But now that he’s awake, he’s ravenous, and there’s a delicious-smelling woman with a rare blood type in his basement. Luckily, Lindsey has more to offer than blood: she agrees to travel throughout Europe with Rand to help him get revenge on the one who turned him. But as the unlikely pair grows closer, will the billionaire vampire be overtaken by his thirst for blood—or his thirst for love?
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Sims (the Midnight Liaisons series) sets this paranormal romance in present-day Lincoln, Neb., where Lindsey Hughes and her best friend, Gemma, run an antiques booth. They need a cash infusion big enough to let them buy a shop of their own. But the estate in Italy that Gemma buys on the cheap comes with a vampire in suspended animation in a coffin in the basement. Rand FitzWulf, the vampire, would like to know who staked him and left him in the coffin for 600 years. He also falls hard for Lindsey, who has an extremely rare blood type that tastes delicious to vampires. Of course, Rand's enemies are likely to be vampires too. This is a fast, fun, but wildly inconsistent novel in which the humor is almost ruined by uneven characterization, and the suspense is entirely destroyed by a general lack of clarity. Beginning with a basement in Venice, the improbabilities never stop. The book goes by pleasantly, but without leaving much of an aftertaste.
