Undead and Unsure: A Queen Betsy Novel
MaryJanice Davidson
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 0515153494
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Vampire queen Betsy Taylor is back—and there’s going to be hell to pay…
After her recent trip to hell, Betsy isn’t exactly sorry she killed the devil, even though it’s put her sister Laura in a damnable position: forced to assume the role of Satan—she may not have the training, but she sure looks great in red—and in charge of billions of souls now that she’s moved up in the world. Or is that down?
But Betsy’s in an odd new situation as well—that of being a monarch suddenly in charge of all things earthbound, like her husband, Sinclair, who has gone from relieved to ecstatic to downright reckless now that he can tolerate sunlight.
As if that wasn’t enough, Betsy and Sinclair’s adopted little BabyJon is finally starting to walk. And if the increasingly unpredictable toddler is anything like his extended family, precisely where he’s headed is anyone’s guess.
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over her other shoulder. She liked to tease that lugging the extra weight was good practice for the coming osteoporosis. And hunchbacks ran in her family, she’d (cheerfully!) reminded me, just when I dared think there was no way for the horror to continue. “There might be plenty of blame to go around. In fact, I’m sure of it.” “But none for me, right?” “Of course on you; you’re best friends, aren’t you?” Mom got that little wrinkle between her eyes when she felt frown-ey but her mouth
When we did congregate for a formal meal, it was always in the kitchen, unless a bunch of us were on our way somewhere (like the Princess Diana exhibit at the Mall of America), in which case we’d eat in Tina’s yellow minivan with black runners. (She was starting some sort of bee thing, but it was none of my business.) All that aside, the dining room was too big and too old and too fancy for most of us to feel comfortable using it for everyday meals. The dark wood (was it walnut? I could
made-for-cable book series. “Laura finally had enough, huh? Too bad I missed the scene. Takes a while to get to the front door when you’re . . .” She trailed off and gestured vaguely at her gut. “What did it? Dial-a-balloon-bouquet?” “I think it was a combo. Hey, my choices were limited. Hallmark doesn’t cover ‘Sorry I killed your mom before she could kill me, and also, good luck with your new job!’” “So you Said It with Flowers?” “And strip-o-grams?” my zombie asked hopefully.
Forgiveness may come later; I haven’t given up hope and could you at least try to hide the delighted grin?” “Sorry,” she said, which was the purest lie I’d ever heard. “Anyway, my mom, Dr. Taylor, would not shut up about Jessica’s pregnancy. We all kept blowing her off. I remember being annoyed that she kept bugging me about it.” Remembered, hell. It was downright embarrassing to recall my annoyance. Memo to me: when I get back, grovel for Mom for a couple of hours. Make liberal use of
as possible. And we showered together. Now we showered together while he belted out “All I really want for Christmas . . .” in his soapy baritone. I . . . I don’t understand why my life is like this now. “But we were talking about wishes, and Satan, and how she’s dead now. I think we decided before my vacay in the hellfog that I wasn’t going to apologize for killing your mom.” “Yes. And during your vacay I explained to the vampire king that I wouldn’t apologize for your vacay.” “Now
