FASHIONABLY DEAD BY ROBYN PETERMAN
The Plot!
Vampyres don’t exist. They absolutely do not exist.
At least I didn’t think they did ‘til I tried to quit smoking and ended up Undead. Who in the hell did I screw over in a former life that my getting healthy equates with dead?
Now I’m a Vampyre. Yes, we exist whether we want to or not. However, I have to admit, the perks aren’t bad. My girls no longer jiggle, my ass is higher than a kite and the latest Prada keeps finding its way to my wardrobe. On the downside, I’m stuck with an obscenely profane Guardian Angel who looks like Oprah and a Fairy Fighting Coach who’s teaching me to annihilate like the Terminator.
To complicate matters, my libido has increased to Vampyric proportions and my attraction to a hotter than Satan’s underpants killer rogue Vampyre is not only dangerous . . . it’s possibly deadly. For real dead. Permanent death isn’t on my agenda. Avoiding him is my only option. Of course, since he thinks I’m his, it’s easier said than done. Like THAT’S not enough to deal with, all the other Vampyres think I’m some sort of Chosen One.
Holy Hell, if I’m in charge of saving an entire race of blood suckers, the Undead are in for one hell of a ride.
At least I didn’t think they did ‘til I tried to quit smoking and ended up Undead. Who in the hell did I screw over in a former life that my getting healthy equates with dead?
Now I’m a Vampyre. Yes, we exist whether we want to or not. However, I have to admit, the perks aren’t bad. My girls no longer jiggle, my ass is higher than a kite and the latest Prada keeps finding its way to my wardrobe. On the downside, I’m stuck with an obscenely profane Guardian Angel who looks like Oprah and a Fairy Fighting Coach who’s teaching me to annihilate like the Terminator.
To complicate matters, my libido has increased to Vampyric proportions and my attraction to a hotter than Satan’s underpants killer rogue Vampyre is not only dangerous . . . it’s possibly deadly. For real dead. Permanent death isn’t on my agenda. Avoiding him is my only option. Of course, since he thinks I’m his, it’s easier said than done. Like THAT’S not enough to deal with, all the other Vampyres think I’m some sort of Chosen One.
Holy Hell, if I’m in charge of saving an entire race of blood suckers, the Undead are in for one hell of a ride.
My Review!
Fashionably Dead by Robyn PetermanMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
After reading a lot of quite saddening books i reached out to find one that would make me laugh and Fashionably Dead was just the ticket!
What a crazy yet believable read lol.
Ok so i know Vampyre's, Demon's, Fairies and Angels aren't real but in this book they most certainly are and i want them as my friends lol!!!
Astrid....all she wanted to do was quit smoking yet going to see a hypnotherapist that turned her into a vampyre was the last thing that entered her head.
And that's only the beginning of the craziness to unfold!
Hold onto your hats ladies and gents this is a hilarious, side splitting, emotional, HOT and brilliantly written story!!
Robyn takes you on a journey that honestly leaves you wanting to be one of these magical beings and anyone that can do that has my 5*!!
Now i'm off to start the 2nd book!!!
Fang-bloody-tastic!!!!
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To Sum It All Up!
I loved it!
I brought the 2nd book Fashionably Dead Down Under straight away!
Can't wait to read it!
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