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Moth stood in a single, fluid movement. She tugged down her short black skirt and cursed as she caught her fishnets on one of her rings. Now look what you made me do. Probably not a wise move. She reached out to the dark-haired kid, swiping the cigarette from his mouth. Before he could protest, she pressed the burning tip against her other palm and watched their faces as her white flesh sizzled. It hurt like hell, but there was no way she would show them that—and the burn would heal in a matter of minutes, anyway. Not that these assholes needed to know that.

Moth grinned, not caring if she flashed fang this time. Moth watched them through narrowed eyes, clamping down hard on her hunger and keeping the desire to teach these punks a real lesson in check. She sauntered over to them, swinging her hips and twirling her hair between her fingers. She stood up close to Leather Jacket Boy and ruffled his blond hair. Your boyfriend buy it for you? Moth ignored him. She grabbed the jacket with ease and made a big show of admiring it. I bet it was a Christmas gift.

Am I right? Todd took a step forward. Moth acted without thinking—something she did way too much, according to Theo. Instead, she grabbed Todd by the throat and pulled him toward her so fast he lost his footing. At the same time, she wrestled the cigarette from his fingers and held the glowing tip close to his sweating face.

Moth shoved him away from her hard enough to dump him on his ass. She dropped the cigarette on him then picked up the leather jacket. Dusting it off while she watched the blond boy, who was gazing at her with terrified saucer-eyes, she felt a surge of adrenalin.

Part of her hated doing this, but there was a growing part that enjoyed the sense of power no matter how hard she tried to deny it. She shrugged into the jacket, testing the fit and enjoying the feel of the smooth satin lining. Leaving them with their mouths hanging open, Moth walked back to the pathway.

Heading back into the city, she tried to ignore the gnawing hunger that made her whole body buzz. She prowled the perimeter of the apartment block on the eastern edge of Ironbridge, wondering why a killer would choose somewhere like this to hole up. It was too high profile—way too up-market for a person who should, by rights, want to keep his head down and his business private. On the other hand, he probably made a ton of money doing what he did, so why not live in style?

Moth ran her fingers over the cool metal of the intercom, wondering where Thomas Murdoch was hunting tonight. She was losing her touch. She swung around to face a young guy, probably similar in age to her—before she was turned—with blond spiky hair and intense dark eyes. What mattered was that he was freaking gorgeous. And tall—much taller than her.

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The guy activated the electronic entry pad with a black fob hanging from his keyring. He gave her a strange look as he opened the door, probably because she was just staring at him. Moth wondered if she had drool running from the corner of her mouth. She unzipped the leather jacket and noisily cracked her knuckles, immediately regretting the habitual action. She ventured further into the lobby … and slammed on the brakes as she walked past a huge copper-framed mirror.

Way to advertise your undead status. She backed up and waited for the guy to walk by. He gave her that look again, but headed for the far end of the foyer and hit the elevator call button. As soon as he disappeared inside, Moth scampered up the stairs and headed to the top floor. It figured that a kick-ass vampire hunter would live at the top of a ten-storey building. Tenth floor, and the plush-carpeted hallway was quiet. No mirrors here—just ornate wood paneling lining the walls and low-key lighting humming quietly above her head.

Moth tried not to think about the stranger who had let her in; his dark eyes seemed to burn in her mind, and it disturbed her that someone who was clearly only human could affect her that much. She wondered who the young guy was and which apartment he lived in. Moth shook her head, reminding herself how furious Theo would be if she screwed up. If she wanted to get out of Ironbridge and enjoy her last couple months of freedom, she needed to succeed. The door to apartment was at the far end of the corridor, set back in its own alcove.

Just a crack, but she still caught a glimpse of burgundy carpet and a small entry hall through the narrow gap. She pushed her sunglasses on top of her head and contemplated this whole situation being a setup. She pushed out with her senses to see if she could smell or hear what waited on the other side of the door.

Too late, she caught the sliver of a human scent behind her—it was mixed with something oily and mechanical and utterly unfamiliar. A sharp pain pierced the back of her neck, and suddenly she was falling … falling to the floor and beyond into darkness. Moth opened her eyes but immediately regretted it, hissing in pain at the bright light shining in her face. She tried to move, but realized her arms were secured behind her with something hard and cool. Something that, although cold, still burned the bare flesh of her arms. Moth squinted in the direction of the male voice, but it was difficult to make out her surroundings with the spotlight aimed at her.

The heat was making her skin itch, and her lips were dry and cracked. Someone had removed the leather jacket, leaving her in the tight black T-shirt that displayed a blood-red picture of Dr. Frank N. She almost cried with relief when the solar lamp—or whatever it was—switched off, leaving the room illuminated by flickering candlelight. Very atmospheric.

Moth was propped up against a wall beneath the only window in the room. To her left was a large bed covered in a gray velvet throw and, on the other side of that, floor-to-ceiling built-in wardrobes lined the wall. Two small glass-topped tables each held several candles of varying height. A man sat in an armchair to her right. Moth tried to stand, but realized her legs were bound by heavy silver chains. At least her jeans offered some protection. She frowned, wondering why the silver that she assumed bound her wrists was so painful.

More like an irritating allergy—and even then, only with really good-quality silver. She gazed at the suspiciously familiar-looking young man who was watching her. The first thing she noticed about him was that he held some kind of crossbow trained on her, and it was aimed straight at her heart. Ironic, huh? Considering the blessed silver chains and the crossbow, she doubted that was true, but it offered some comfort while her mind raced to figure a way out of here. His face was flooded with candlelight. Moth was fighting a nauseating combination of fury and panic.

This little Okay, not so little bastard was Jace Murdoch, son of the vampire hunter that had plagued Theo over the last few months? She mentally kicked herself. Why had she listened to Theo? Jace shifted position again, leaning back and resting the crossbow on the arm of the chair. Moth squinted, managing to make out some kind of Celtic band around his right arm—the one that guided the crossbow and was as steady as a rock—and something that might have been a dragon or a phoenix on his left.

He raised an eyebrow, the one with the piercing. Moth tested the handcuffs that bit into her wrists. The pain was intense, but she tugged at them again and had to swallow a cry of triumph as she felt something give. Not enough—not yet—but maybe soon. He grinned, and this time it seemed more genuine. Before she could see what it was, he approached—still keeping his weapon trained on her—and held the mirror up in front of her. He glanced down, tilting his head slightly, and gazed back at her.

No reflection. Just like downstairs. Moth wanted to kick out at him so desperately she could taste it, but he stayed just out of reach. He threw the mirror down and grasped the crossbow in both hands, pointing it higher, this time at her forehead. Taking a deep breath, Moth tried to catch his eye in just the right way. If she could snare him in her gaze, she might be able to weaken his will enough to get him to free her. Jace shook his head.

Infuriating as it was, Moth could do nothing as he placed the shades awkwardly over her eyes. Moth tried to tell herself that. It helped. And if you ignored the fact that he was holding a crossbow with the razor-sharp bolt locked and loaded. Moth bared her fangs and hissed as he backed away, always keeping her in his line of sight.

What the hell ; might as well go for the whole vampire-show, see if she could shake his confidence. He assumed his position back in the chair, seeming unaffected by her fangs. Just to scar him as surely as she would have to bear the scars of silver burns for the rest of her very long life. Moth smirked at him in what she hoped was an irritating way. She watched him as he shifted the crossbow to his other hand while he checked his cell phone.

Moth felt something like grief stir in her chest. Is that what your dad told you about us? He shrugged. Vamps, werewolves … All monsters kill whatever and whoever they can to survive. Her mouth pulled into a tight line and she wished she were a better liar. You attacked me and tied me up, and then threatened to turn me into dust. How do you even know how long ago I was turned? Have you thought about that? Have you got the stomach for that? How old are you, anyway? Jace stood, his face twisted with anger.

The crossbow trembled in his hand. Moth felt sick, her arms hurt and her legs were heavy against the floor, but she was getting to him. The chain snapped, though that still left her wrists encased in the blessed metal. But so what? She could use her hands again, which was all that mattered. Jace was much closer now. He seemed younger and less sure of himself. Moth licked her lips and shook her hair out of her eyes, dislodging the precariously perched sunglasses.

They hit the ground just as Jace aimed the crossbow at her head. Moth was sure she could hear his heart beating, could almost taste his fear. She smiled at him, despite the fear that fluttered in her chest like a trapped bird. She watched, with a curious mixture of anger and compassion, as he swallowed. She could see his throat work as he licked his lips. He was almost in reach of her legs. Almost …. She wondered what it would taste like, whether she would get the chance to taste him.

Moth moved. She pushed her hands down and flipped her legs up, slamming her bound feet into his knee and hearing the satisfying crunch of bone. Jace collapsed, howling with pain. Her legs were hopelessly bound with those thick chains, but she still managed to roll onto her knees and pin Jace to the ground. His face was the color of raw putty as he struggled beneath her, surprising her with his human strength despite the injury, but she held him with ease.

He deserved it. Even without the use of her legs—even with the broken silver cuffs still circling her wrists—Moth was stronger than him. Despite the difference in their sizes, she pushed down on his arms and lay on top of him with her knees resting between his legs.

If she pressed her knees in just the right way, Jace was going to be in a lot more pain than he already was. Moth pursed her lips and thought about playing with him some more. But what did she have to lose? Grimacing as he shifted position beneath her, he sucked in a breath. You act it. It was intoxicating, and she was already trying to fight the bloodlust rising in her gut. She could feel the panicked drumbeat of his heart as their bodies pressed together.

Not when it came to survival. She would only take a little. Just a taste …. Moth slid her hands down his solid arms and grabbed his wrists, forcing them above his head. He was powerless. He could wriggle beneath her, but with the busted kneecap he only had one leg that was working, and he was probably in too much pain to do too much damage with it. His blond spikes had wilted, and sweat ran freely down his neck and onto the carpet. Even though he was beaten and in pain, the grim determination that pulled it into a tight line spoke of the sort of man he was going to become.

He tasted of fear and rage, desire and pain, and it was truly delicious. Filled with regret and growing bloodlust, Moth pulled away—she had to get out of there. But first she had to find that damn funeral urn. Too long since she had been held and touched. Moth finally opened her eyes and pulled away.

She looked down into his face and he stared back, a dark challenge hidden in the depths of his eyes. His lips quirked in a half-smile, and the movement sent a drop of blood running down his chin. Before she could control the impulse, Moth darted forward and caught the shining crimson bead on the tip of her tongue. It tasted harsh and tangy, and she shuddered with a mixture of desire and disgust as she swallowed it. She licked her lips and tried to push down the wave of guilt that washed over her.

Crazy to feel that way, just for nicking him with her teeth. It had been an accident—heat of the moment. Moth gazed at the new blood welling from the cut on his bottom lip. She released his arms and pushed away from him, rolling to one side and dragging herself across the room and against the wall nearest the door. Her newly acquired leather jacket was hanging from a hook against the dark wood. She grabbed it and tugged it down, ripping the bronze coat hook from its moorings.

Wrapping the material around her hands, she gripped the thick silver chains encasing her legs and pulled. The chains snapped, the miniature padlocks shattering into pieces and scattering around her on the carpet. His injured leg was bent at a strange angle and Moth began to wonder if she should leave him there like that. She shook her head. What the hell was she thinking? Flipping onto her feet, she shrugged into the jacket and tried to ignore the faint burning sensation around each wrist.

Moth approached the would-be vampire hunter and nudged him with the toe of her boot. He coughed and propped himself up on his elbows. He tried to hide a wince as he attempted to lift himself into a sitting position.

What the hell did you plug me with? What time will Daddy be home? Moth was amazed to see his fingers twitch in the direction of the unloaded crossbow. She brought her heavy boot down on it with a satisfying crunch. Dad keeps some funeral urns in the kitchen. She blew him a kiss and pocketed his cell phone and her shades on her way past the armchair. She left the room and quickly checked all the other doors before finding the kitchen at the far end of the labyrinthine apartment.

Except inside this cupboard were at least a dozen funeral urns. Why would a vampire hunter store trophies of his kills under the kitchen sink, of all places? Maybe it was simply because nobody would ever think to look there for his prize stash. Or maybe Thomas Murdoch was a crazy bastard. What the hell did it matter, anyway? As long as she grabbed the right one, she was out of here. Moth shuddered as she touched the urns at the front. Ugh, creepy. How was she supposed to know which one Theo wanted?

She nibbled her lower lip, her mind straying to the kiss with Jace. He may be the son of a killer, with a serious attitude problem to boot, but he was still pretty damn hot. She should really give his phone back when she left—that knee was going to need a lot of medical attention. She carefully removed each urn, searching for clues, and breathed a sigh of relief when she thought to look underneath.

Each one was inscribed with a date—presumably the date of death. Moth knew when Maxim had been killed, so it was only a matter of minutes before she found the right container. At least, she hoped it was the right container. Especially as the contents of this funeral urn—no matter how gross—were her ticket back out of Ironbridge for the next two months. Theo would be waiting for the urn, and was no doubt wondering where the hell she was. Moth rolled her eyes. Except Theo had cared. He had seemed to care a great deal, which left Moth confused and vulnerable when she faced her father the next day.

Moth—still known as Marie to her family—stared at her father in shock. She wanted to say something sensible; something that would convince him that he was talking crap. How could Moth explain this to her without revealing the truth? He scowled at her. At least Dad had waited until people had properly paid their respects, before disowning her and telling her she was something other than human. Swallowing unshed tears, she shivered in the rapidly cooling shade.

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As usual, she sat under cover of the wooden porch as the bright spring day came to a close. Leave us in peace. Moth clutched her sunglasses between stiff fingers, and resisted the temptation to crush them into dust. A picture of Jace suddenly flashed in her mind, as bright and clear as a newly developed photograph. She gritted her teeth and pushed the image away. He was human, and not only that, he was her enemy. His face was set in cold, hard lines that she knew would never again melt into a smile—not for her.

When she had returned to Theo with barely-healed scars on her arms—and the silver handcuffs causing fresh burns every moment—her sire had been furious. Turning away from the home she had grown up in, Moth tasted bitter ashes on her tongue. Her old life was crumbling around her, but she pinned a fierce smile on her lips as she headed out of the city. She tucked her sunglasses in place, hoisted her backpack higher on her shoulder, and wondered how long it would take her to hitchhike back to Boston. She had earned her last two months of freedom, and she damn well intended to make the most of them.

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    During the off-season, in the winter, there were so few people on the island it was akin to living in a ghost town. But Hannah liked the winters, liked watching the ferry cross the icy river, how the quiet snow covered everything like a fairy blanket. She would walk alone on the windswept beach where the slushy sound of her boots scuffing the damp sand was the only sound for miles.

    People always threatened to quit the island during the winter. They had enough of the brutal snowstorms that raged in the night, the wind howling like a crazed banshee against the windows. They complained of the loneliness, the isolation. Only then could she hear herself think. Hannah and her mother had started out as summer people. Once upon a time, when her parents were still together, the family would vacation in one of the big, colonial mansions by the beach, near where the yachts docked by the Sunset Beach hotel.

    But things were different after the divorce. Hannah understood that their lives had been lessened by the split, that she and her mother were lesser people now in some way. Objects of pity ever since her dad ran off with his art dealer. Not that Hannah cared very much what other people thought. She liked the house they lived in, a comfortable, ram-shackle Cape Cod with a wrap-around porch and six bedrooms tucked away in its corners—one up on the attic, three on the ground floor, and two in the basement.

    There were antique nautical prints of the island and its surrounding waters framed in the wood-paneled living room. At first, they moved around the vast spaces like two marbles lost in a pinball table. But over time they adjusted and the house felt cozy and warm. Hannah never felt lonely or scared in the house. She always felt safe. Where had the wind come from? With a start, she noticed a shadow lingering by the doorway.

    It was the kind of voice she used when she worked as a cashier at the marked-up grocery during the summers when the cityfolk would complain about the price of arugula. Just curious. What would cause the lights to blink on and off and the door to bang open like that?

    Hannah almost screamed. That she was not prepared for. A cat. Maybe a lost squirrel of some sort, she had been expecting. But a boy … Hannah was shy around boys. She was fast approaching her sweet-sixteen-and-never-been-kissed milestone. It was awful how some girls made such a big deal out of it, but even more awful that Hannah agreed with them. He was her age, she could tell, maybe a bit older. He had dark shaggy hair that fell in his eyes, and he was wearing torn jeans and a dirty T-shirt.

    He was very handsome, but he looked pensive and pained. There was an ugly cut on his neck. Hannah pulled up the covers to her chin, if only to hide her pajamas, which were flannel and printed with pictures of sushi. How did he get into her room without her noticing? What did he want with her? Should she cry out? Let her mother know? Call for help? That wound on his neck—it looked ravaged. Something awful had happened to him, and Hannah felt her skin prickle with goose bumps. Soon after, the light blinked off. Hannah lay in her bed, wide-awake for a very long time, her heart galloping in her chest.

    She convinced herself it was just a dream. That was it. She had just made him up. Especially the part about him looking like a younger Johnny Depp. Not that he would be her boyfriend. But if she was ever going to have a boyfriend, she would like him to look like that. Not that boys who looked like that ever looked at girls like her. Hannah knew what she looked like. Her nicest feature were her eyes, sea-glass green, framed with lush dark lashes. But they were hidden behind her eyeglasses most of the time. Her mother always accused her of having an overactive imagination, and maybe that was all it was.

    She had finally let the winter crazies get to her. It was all in her mind. But then he returned the next evening, wandering into her room as if he belonged there. She gaped at him, too frightened to say a word, and he gave her a courtly bow before disappearing. Instead, she waited. Lights blazed on.

    The door banged. This time, Hannah was awake and had expected it. She saw the boy appear in front of her closet, materializing out of nowhere. She blinked her eyes, her blood roaring in her ears, trying to fight the panic welling up inside. He turned around. He was wearing the same clothes as the two nights prior.

    He gave her a sad, wistful smile. She could see the wound just underneath his chin more clearly this time. Two punctures. Scabby and … blue. They were a deep indigo color, not the brownish-red she had been expecting. If he were a ghost, it would be a different story. Ghosts were vapors, spectral images, maybe even just a trick of the light. But vampires … There was a Shelter Island legend about a family of vampires who had terrorized the island a long time ago. Blood-sucking monsters, pale and undead, cold and clammy to the touch, creatures of the night that could turn into bats, or rats or worse.

    She shivered, and looked around the room, wondering how fast she could fly out of bed and out the door. If there was even time to escape. Could you outrun a vampire? All that Dracula nonsense. Hannah glanced at him warily, wondering if she should let him get that close. He looked tired. There were dark circles underneath his eyes.

    But what did she know? Could she trust him? But he had visited her twice already, after all. There was something about him—he was almost too cute to be scared of. Then I realized I could turn the lights on and off, on and off. But it was only when you started noticing that I began to feel more like myself. He closed his eyes harder, so that his face was a painful grimace.

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    Although one might consider this paranormal romance, I don't. I would consider this more of a horror collection. There are elements of romance, but the focus doesn't veer far away from the sinister aspects of vampires. I think young readers who are looking for a darker type read might enjoy them. I won't go into great details on the various stories in this review. Instead I will give my ratings and classify the stories based on the ratings. My caveat is that I rate books based on how much the ideas appealed to me, and the execution. It goes without saying that others might view the stories differently.

    Because the bulk of these stories are unsettling, I can't look for sympathetic characters and particularly happy endings, so I've taken that into consideration. Snyder I'm come to the conclusion that writing a short story is much more difficult than writing a full-length novel. It requires the ability to conceive, give birth to, raise, and to launch a mature creation in a very short period of time. Ideas have to be honed to the finest edge so they can penetrate the reader. I felt that some of these authors were more successful than others at having that power of a bringing their short story to life for this reader.

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    I loved the variety of writing styles. There were some authors I was familiar with and some ones I was introduced to. I always enjoy reading new authors and divulging in their literary Although I own quite a few anthologies, The Eternal Kiss was the first I actually read. I always enjoy reading new authors and divulging in their literary stylings, so this was an extra treat. I expected to have a one or two stories be really good, and the rest just be mediocre, but all 13 stories were really well balanced. Basically this one is about a boy band.

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    I would love to read more about this one. Overall a excellent anthology, especially for the legions of vampire fans. View 2 comments. Nov 21, Lexie rated it really liked it Shelves: review-blog-pr , books-owned-read. For the record, I really don't like the back cover blurb. It wouldn't interest me at all if I wasn't already a fan of most of the authors herein.

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    I really liked Moth and her ways of handling the various situations thrown at her. I want to know more about her, read more about her adventures. The only part I wasn't too happy about was the end, after her run-in with Vamp Slayer Jr, when it handles her family. It was rushed and we're not really given a lot of depth to understand why it was as sorrowful as I feel the author was going for.

    This was short, sweet and entertaining. Hannah is a level-headed girl, not prone to hysterics thankfully and the vampire boy she meets and befriends has angst issues, but they're understandable and not annoying. The story flowed easily and didn't seem like it was in a rush. The end came when the end came, but it was a satisfying ending. Snyder Ava dreams of training under the Italian fencing master Bossemi at his illustrious school. She does not, however, dream of vampires ending that ambition before it even begins.

    Ava is a likable character and Jarett is a fairly likable guy dressed all in black, which is a sure marker for hero designation I sometimes think when reading her stories. You get a real sense of Ava from the story and fair sense of Jarett as well--who they are, their motivations and ambitions. The vampires vampiros were gruesome, creepy and totally deserving of their ending. Now as she fights to keep her humanity by saying perpetually drunk, the friends she left behind may need her help.

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    Lauren's choice isn't easy, but from a pragmatic standpoint I think it was the right one. The most interesting thing about this story was that it was told from Eve's POV, whereas the books are told from Claire's, and Eve has a distinctly different view of the world. More assured and confident in herself, Eve notices little things and remarks about other things that would otherwise not be mentioned in the series proper.

    The 'prophecy' that Miranda the town's resident psycho-seer says at the end, I'm not sure of the implications, but I'm definitely interested and hope to see how it plays out in the book series soon. When meets Penny he thinks that maybe things can change, and they do, just not how he expected. Sad, sad story.

    I had hope, because Miles isn't a bad sort, but sometimes happily ever after doesn't exist. I would have liked to know if this Penny was related to the Penny he knew, when he was a human. I fancied she was that Penny's grand daughter and that's why he felt so comfortable with her, but we're not told one way or another. This was an all right story, though I probably wasn't as surprised as I should have been since a similar plot point is important to one of my favorite young adult vampire trilogies.

    I was however pleased with Jennifer reaction at the end. This story surprised me in that much of what the narrator was saying, later turns out to be misleading and there are surprises that come at you rapid fire at the end. I've also always been a sucker for those romances that have one of the leads 'against my better judgment I kind of want more of this and would have adored this beyond measure if I had read it as a novel instead of a short story.

    I'll cross my fingers and hope! Crow Told in first person narrative--the charity case at a rich all-girls' Catholic school, a nasty trick by her oldest friend starts her on a path towards a darker tomorrow. The story was a little confusing, because sometimes it would be in in past tense and sometimes it would be in present tense. I related with the narrator strongly and the ending is sort of a 'Lady or a Tiger? There was less of a 'vampire' presence in this story then any of the others and the narrator never clarifies if he is or isn't. There's not a word for it. According to the author blurb this story is the start of a new young adult series the author is working on.

    I really want to see what sort of hijinks Becky gets into as a healer-in-training and what sort of snarky banter her and Sydney engage in. That being said, the story made me tear up because I would give and do anything to have had more time with my grandmother when she was cognizant of her surroundings.

    I don't think you can rightfully call these romance, or at least not most of them in the Harlequin sense. Certainly some of the stories deal with that sort of romance, but all of them look at vampirism from a romantic standpoint--the mystery, the darkness and power. The allure of the unknown right? Each author took a different view of what it means to receive a vampire's 'kiss' and depicted the consequences thereof. I honestly enjoyed all of the stories, revisiting some of my favorite series Morganville and Darkest Powers , reading new fiction from some of my favorite authors Snyder, Bray, Black and Brennan and being introduced to new authors Mahoney, and James made this anthology a great buy and a recommended read for the post-Twilight crowd.

    Aug 31, Carolyn F. Anthology - vampire stories - YA. I'll give my overall review here. Most of the stories were okay, some a little better than okay some worse than okay. I think this anthology is more geared toward a ish reader and I found myself struggling mostly from boredom to finish it. I think my daughter would enjoy it but she's made a pledge to never read anything I've read first.

    So if I can pretend surprise, "Oh my gosh, this book sure looks interesting honey. I wonder what it's about? Falling to Ash by Karen Mahoney.

    The Eternal Kiss: 13 Vampire Tales of Blood and Desire

    Moth returns to her hometown for her mother's memorial and her master asks her to steal an urn at a vampire hunter's home. She gets caught and escapes. Then there's a scene where her father tells her to never come back that she's not welcome. I felt this story was incomplete. This felt like an outline of a book but was made into a short story.

    I would read this if it were a full length novel, which I feel the author should attempt.


    Shelter Island by Melissa de la Cruz. Hannah lives on an island that full during the summer but during the winter is practically deserted, which she loves. She notices some strange things going on in the house and then Dylan appears before, a vampire boy, who's running from a vampire that eats his own. I don't know if this is a theme for me at least, but this story was so short which made it a little unsatisfying.

    But overall, the story was sweet. Sword Point by Maria V. Ava is accepted at a prestigious fencing school. They teach fencing and how to kill vampiros! Kind of a silly story. Matilda has been bitten by a vampire while at a party and if she can hold out for 88 days, she can sweat out the infection, but if she bites anyone she'll automatically die and turn into a vampire. She's on her 54th? Matilda's turns herself so she can go find them and bad stuff happens.

    This was the most satisfying and complete of the short stories so far. Now this story was the best so far. Funny and sad. Christian is a vampire in a boy band. While walking on the red carpet a girl yells for him as she's being squeezed by the crowd. He only been around for 19 years and was made when he was 18, so he's a little insecure. This was one of the funny things he said.

    I know this because humans. For living. I've never read this author, but will look for her books. Kat by Kelley Armstrong. Another good story.


    Kat is 16 years old and is on the run with Marguerite, who is a vampire. Kat is supernatural but she doesn't know how she's supernatural. Hunters come one night and chase them through town. When they catch Marguerite, Kat tries to exchange herself and is shot by one of the hunters. Now she finds out what type of supernatural she is. The Thirteenth Step by Libba Bray. Lauren gets an asst job as a halfway house.

    One of the neighbors tells her about his cousin and his friend who ran out of their screaming and the cousin was dead, the friend was on the run. This story was pretty gory and the ending was horrible, in a good for a horrible story way. I don't know if I could read more of her stuff if she has the same stuff happening. All Hallows by Rachel Caine. Eve and the Glass House gang go to the EEK annual Halloween party, but Michael so excited by her outfit he goes vampire and needs to stop at the blood bank first.

    Well stuff happens to him and Eve, Shane and Claire see if they can help. One of the better of the short stories but that's probably because I know the characters. Wet Teeth by Cecil Castellucci. Miles sees Penny at the park after he feeds and she reminds him of a girl he went to high school with. The next time they meet they start talking and then Miles starts to feel almost human. Sad ending. Other Boys by Cassandra Clare. Jen, Gabbie and Brigitte are cousins going to the same high school. A new kid starts at the school and introduces himself as a vampire.

    But is he really a vampire? I guessed this one about halfway through. Passing by Nancy Holder and Debbie Viguie. The world has turned upside down with vampires killing all willy-nilly. Jenn is about to graduate from vampire hunting school but is secretly in love with a vampire named Jack. Antonio her partner knows what's going on. I enjoyed this story. Ambition by Lili St. The heroine goes to a Catholic school as a scholarship student and has a rich best friend named Gwyneth. Gwyneth sets her up for humiliation at a party and on the way home she meets Johnny, who seems to understand the way she feels so apart from all the "golden people".

    Even though the story left you wondering about whether she turned good or bad, it was a likable story. All Wounds by Dina James. Becky is a high school student with a grandmother with Alzheimer. She find out when they have a late night visitor that her grandmother is a healer for the ethereals in their part of the world and should have been but hadn't been training Becky. With the help of a vampire master, her grandmother is herself and is able to see that she needs to take care of that. Very cute story.

    Aug 02, Tatiana rated it liked it Shelves: urban-fantasy , short-stories , ya , partially-read. As always, only read Kelley Armstrong 's short story Kat. Kat - a subject of the experiments performed by the Edison Group - has been on a run for over 10 years. Now, when the group is closing in, will Kat and her vampire guardian be able to escape once again?

    Kat is a great addition to the world of Dark Powers. I hope she will be featured in the future books, I'd love to know more about her. Kat makes another appearance in the upcoming anthology Kisses from Hell in a story titled Hunting Kat. Kel As always, only read Kelley Armstrong 's short story Kat.

    Kelley Armstrong also has Kat posted on her website as a free offering. View all 3 comments. May 15, Victoria rated it it was ok Shelves: read-in , vampires , short-story-novella. I usually don't enjoy short stories. I find it difficult to relate to characters in such a short amount of time. This anthology was no exception.

    Crow — 2,5 stars. Feb 10, Rogue rated it liked it Shelves: fluffy , reviews. Listen up girls, when a strange boy appears in your room and asks to suck your blood, the answer is not, 'yes,' it's pepper spray and baseball bats! Keep these items near your bed at all times. First, spray them in the eyes, then, hit 'em where it hurst ; with the bat! To make your own 'paranormal proof' pepper spray, ingedients are as follows works for normal perps and anything 'out of the ordinary' : cayenne red pepper mace garlic powder liquid silver not mer Listen up girls, when a strange boy appears in your room and asks to suck your blood, the answer is not, 'yes,' it's pepper spray and baseball bats!

    To make your own 'paranormal proof' pepper spray, ingedients are as follows works for normal perps and anything 'out of the ordinary' : cayenne red pepper mace garlic powder liquid silver not mercury, get at your local herbalists holy water mix well, pour into small spray bottles, voila! Do not try this at home. View all 6 comments.

    Probably more of a 2. I reviewed each story as I read them. You might be able to pick up when I got fed up with vampires. Falling to Ash by Karen Mahoney : Moth has returned home for her mother's memorial service. Her sire, Theo, decides to take advantage of the situation and send her on a little mission. Action packed and an easy page turner, but the drive behind her family's beliefs did not feel real at all. Added detail that probably could Probably more of a 2.

    Added detail that probably could have been left out of such a short story unless it fit into a series I don't know about. Shelter Island by Melissa de la Cruz : Childish. A ghost story for 10year olds, if that. Hannah is awoken at 3am each night by the lights flicking on and off and a door banging. One night, she finds a boy in her room - a vampire - who claims he lives there. The revelation at the end isn't very exciting, either.

    Snyder : Ava has been invited to an exclusive training academy for fencing, karate and the like. She tries hard to fit in, but after a mishap at the bus stop with a karate trainer, she starts to notice strange things about the Academy, like a room filled with wooden weapons. I liked this one, and the ending made me laugh even if it was a bit quick to my liking.

    I would have liked to have read more. Matilda has been bitten by a vampire, but unlike the norm, it takes 88 days for the infection to pass. If in those 88 days she drinks blood, she will officially become a vampire. Trying to hold out for those 88 days, Matilda attempts to stay drunk so she's not tempted to bite anyone, but a friend comes asking for help that ends her day countdown: his sister and Matilda's boyfriend, Julian, are looking for entry into Coldtown so they, too, can become vampires.

    I liked the basis of Vampires, and the world Holly has created is definitely interesting although the name, Coldtown, irritated me. The final twist sent shivers down my spine. I'd definitely pick it up in novel-form. Undead is Very Hot Right Now by Sarah Rees Brennan : Christian is part of a band, 4 The One, and hates his bandmates, his manager, and the fact that he's forced to play the 'stereotypical' vampire role.

    On the eve of their first concert, he meets a girl who he thinks will love him for him, rather than because he's a famous vampire. I think I would describe this one as a bit of a vampire parody. At first, I thought it was just stupid, and then realised that so much of it was mocking the essence of vampires. Eg, she sews Christian's cape to his sleeve so that when lifting his arm, he'll do 'that vampire thing'. Kat by Kelley Armstrong : The main reason I bought this book. I absolutely adore Kelley Armstrong. This time round, Kelley's leading lady, Kat, is a teenage girl on the run with her vampire foster mum, Marguerite.

    What I enjoyed about this was how it tied in with her Supernatural world, in particularly to the Darkest Powers series. Also proof that you don't need a cute boy involved to make a vampire story interesting. This story was fast becoming a favourite, but half of it is missing! Pages to were repeated, and then all pages up to aren't there. Terribly frustrating.

    It has a bunch of awesome characters including sexy Johannes , fast paced narrative and an intricate plot, considering the length. Definitely what a short story should be well Time to dress up as Catwoman, go partying, and then rescue your vampire boyfriend from a bunch of jocks. I did love Shane though. He cracked me up.

    Wet Teeth by Cecil Castellucci : While hunting one night, Miles meets a girl who soon becomes an obsession for him, making him feel more alive than he's ever felt since becoming a vampire.