I'm the Vampire, That's Why

Book 1: Broken Heart Vampires

by Michele Bardsley

Genres: Contemporary Fantasy; Urban Fantasy; Vampires

Synopsis

Sink your teeth into the first novel in New York Times bestselling author Michele Bardsley's Broken Heart series.

Broken Heart is the city with the highest rate of divorce and highest percentage of single parents in Oklahoma. And I, Jessica Matthews, have been a member of that club ever since my husband dumped me for his twenty-something secretary and then had the gall to die in a car accident.

Now I’m not just a single mother trying to make ends meet in this crazy world...I’m also a vampire. One minute I was taking out the garbage; the next I awoke sucking on the thigh of superhot vampire Patrick O’Halloran, who’d generously offered his femoral artery to save me.

But though my stretch marks have disappeared and my vision has improved, I can’t rest until the thing that did this to me is caught. My kids’ future is at stake—figuratively and literally. As is my sex life. Although I wouldn’t mind finding myself attached to Patrick’s juicy thigh again, I learned that once a vampire does the dirty deed, it hitches her to the object of her affection for at least one hundred years. I just don’t know if I’m ready for that kind of commitment...

Release date: September 5, 2006

Publisher: Berkley

Print pages: 352

Sample

Vampires suck.

 “Who else shared your blood?” I asked.
 The question surprised him. He settled into his chair, assuming his previous devil-may-care attitude. And he remained silent…;
 “What’s the matter, love? Are you jealous? Patrick’s voice was inside my head. Inside my freaking head! Well, if he could be in my mind, that meant I could be in his. No, I am not jealous! I sent out a scorching wave of fury right into his brain. I grinned in satisfaction when his head jerked as if he’d been slapped.
 His brows rose in either surprise or acquiescence. Only one other, he admitted, but I do not claim her. Before I could ask just what the hell that meant, the rear door to the gym squealed open and we all heard the slapping of flip-flops on the waxed floor. The hair on my nape rose and I felt a snarl catch in my throat.
 “Sorry, I’m late,” said the soft voice of a young woman. “My son—”
 Her voice choked off as I stood up and whirled around. The fury I’d just directed at Patrick was nothing compared to the rage burning inside me now.
 One more new vampire had joined our ranks. And it was the only person in town I’d want to see dead…;