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Zusatztext Praise for the novels of MaryJanice Davidson “Delightful! wicked fun!”—Christine Feehan! #1 New York Times bestselling author “Ms. Davidson has her own brand of wit and shocking surprises that make her vampire series one of a kind.”— Darque Reviews “If you’re [a fan] of Sookie Stackhouse and Anita Blake! don’t miss Betsy Taylor. She rocks.”— The Best Reviews Informationen zum Autor MaryJanice Davidson is the New York Times bestselling author of several books, most recently Undead and Unsure, Undead and Unstable, Undead and Undermined, Undead and Unfinished, Undead and Unwelcome, Undead and Unworthy , and Dead Over Heels. With her husband, Anthony Alongi, she also writes a series featuring a teen weredragon named Jennifer Scales. MaryJanice lives in Minnesota with her husband and two children and is currently working on her next book. Klappentext Vampire queen Betsy Taylor returns in the outrageous new Undead novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Undead and Unsure. Even with Satan out of the picture and the Antichrist for a sister! Betsy Taylor has had a hard time maintaining "things below.” It's not that she's been shirking her hellish obligations. It's just that her earthbound duties are so time-consuming—like a brand-new baby drama involving a pair of uncanny (okay! terrifying) toddler twins. And get this: Betsy's dad! once so very dead! has been spotted in downtown St. Paul. Now amid all this fire-and-brimstone jazz! Betsy's very own flesh and blood have even more surprises in store for the vampire queen. And jolt by jolt! Betsy is soon to discover that there's nothing as heartwarming as family. Yeah! like Hell. Author’s Note CHAPTER You know how you see someone you love stuck with a job they don’t know how to do? Or maybe they do know how, but they don’t like it, maybe even hate it? And you watch them struggle with a kind of dread because you know if they can’t pull it together you’ll end up offering to help them, even if the job’s over your head? Even if you know you’ll probably suck at it but you can’t just leave your loved one stuck with something awful? Even though you’re pretty sure it might devour your lives? Yeah, that’s how I ended up working at Walmart the summer my friend Jess and I were eighteen, which was just so stupid. Among other things, neither of us needed the money, and also, Walmart is evil. I knew that long before I became a creature of the darkness. But that’s a whole other story and we come off pretty drunk in it. Also, it’s why I’m cobitch in charge of Hell. I’m just too nice, dammit. It’s one of my biggest character flaws. Fortunately I’ve been able to avoid my cobitch responsibilities for a couple of months now, and I had my brother/son’s—the vampire king’s—new churchgoing activities (he’s on the Historical Preservation Committee and running the cookie exchange, which—I can’t even), my dead dad, the never-ending quest to housebreak Fur and Burr, and the entire household being a slave to Thing One and Thing Two to thank for it. (Off topic, lately I’ve realized we are dangerously close to being outnumbered by babies. Which just . . . yikes.) All this to say it’s pretty chaotic around here. Our normal is other people’s chaos. Actually, it’s other people’s fever dreams. I was legitimately busy. Which I told myself as often as I could. It’s not like I just lolled around the mansion, talking my sexy husband into role-playing Scarlett and Rhett having passionate, pre-rape foreplay on our sweeping huge staircase. I loved scooping him into my arms and darting up those stairs only to ravish him in our bedroom and talk about how, frankly, my Sinclair, I don’t give a damn. Lots to do, no time to hang around Hell. Except Hell had shown up in the form ...
