Albert Camus

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Monday, May 21, 2018

there are only two ways out of the ballroom... Bite Me (The Puritan Coven #1) by Louise Cypress

"I was pleasantly surprised by the originality of this story. I thought the trend of vampires in YA had been played out, but this story brought something new and refreshing to the genre. This story convinced me that we shouldn't put a stake in YA vampire lit just yet. Bite Me was a bloody good time! filled to the brim with humor, action, and romance!" - Kimberly, Goodreads


Published: May 14th, 2018

I fell in love with the slayer sent to destroy me. 

Morgan Taylor-Jackson can't wait for high school to end. In six months she leaves for UCLA and says goodbye to La Jolla, California and her parents' messy divorce. But when Morgan is bitten by a four-year-old boy, she becomes infected with a mysterious condition. Fever, insomnia, and a new bustline are only the beginning; Morgan morphs from nerd to bombshell.

As far as Van Xander is concerned, all vampires are evil, even the ones who reject human sacrifice and call themselves Puritans. When Helsing Incorporated sends Van to La Jolla to investigate the local coven, Morgan is his prime target. Pretending to be interested in her, Van asks Morgan out and puts her through a series of tests to determine her killer nature.

Morgan is thrilled to be dating a hot guy like Van and falls for him hard. As Van strings Morgan along, he grows increasingly guilty. Morgan is kind, compassionate, and a gooey romantic. Just as Van's mind begins to change, evil forces threaten everything. When prom night arrives, there are only two ways out of the ballroom: death or immortality. 


I don’t know why meeting Morgan at Starbucks was making me so nervous. This was just another mission. Locate the target. Collect the evidence. Terminate as needed. Part of that task was already accomplished. Morgan was waiting for me inside the coffee shop at a little round table. I could see her from where I stood outside on the sidewalk. Her hands were wrapped around a bottle of green juice, and underneath the table her smooth legs jittered. Was she nervous too?

I clenched my jaw. What did Morgan have to be nervous about? Did she suspect I was a slayer? Maybe luring me into this date was her way of preparing to attack me. But that didn’t make any sense. It was three in the afternoon and there were people everywhere. Vampires worked secretively in the dead of night.

I took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked over to her table. “Hey there, gorgeous. You ordered without me?”

Morgan looked down at her juice. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted, or I would have gotten you something too.”

“But now I can’t buy you a drink. Would you like something to go with that? A cookie or a cake pop?”

Morgan shook her head. “No thanks.”

I rapped the table with my knuckles. “I’ll be right back.”

I strode to the counter and ordered a tall drip. If I was being honest with myself, I hadn’t planned this afternoon out very well. How was I supposed to conduct the Purity Test in a coffee shop? It wasn’t like I could cut open an artery and see how Morgan reacted to blood. While the barista poured my coffee, my mind raced. I couldn’t collect the essential evidence, but I could dig for background information—how long she’d lived with vampiritis, whether she was close with Esma and Lukas, that sort of thing. In fact, I wasn’t sure if she was part of their Puritan coven or not. Maybe she was an ordinary vamp.

I looked back at Morgan as she sat at the table bathed in sunlight. Her hair fell in soft clouds down her back, and the fuzzy sweater she wore accented her curves. There was nothing about Morgan that was ordinary.
About the author: 
Louise Cypress believes in friendship, true love, and the everlasting power of books. She has never met a vampire, but she has been to a Love Sucks concert on Valentine’s Day. Louise can often be found curled up with a romance novel on Saturday night, diet soda in hand, secretly wishing bustles were back in fashion. Louise lives in San Diego, California, where the beach is crowded and summer is immortal.

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Rose-Marie said...
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Debra Holloway said...

I love this book.