Fashionably Dead: Book One of the Hot Damned Series (Volume 1)

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.****"Uproariously witty, deliciously provocative, and just plain fun! No one delivers side-splitting humor and mouth-watering sensuality like Robyn Peterman. This is entertainment at its absolute finest!" ~Darynda Jones, NY Times Bestselling Author of the Charley Davidson Series Vampyres dont exist. They absolutely do not exist. At least I didnt 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 Im a Vampyre. Yes, we exist whether we want to or not. However, I have to admit, the perks arent 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, Im stuck with an obscenely profane Guardian Angel who looks like Oprah and a Fairy Fighting Coach whos teaching me to annihilate like the Terminator. To complicate matters, my libido has increased to Vampyric proportions and my attraction to a hotter than Satans underpants killer rogue Vampyre is not only dangerous . . . its possibly deadly. For real dead. Permanent death isnt on my agenda. Avoiding him is my only option. Of course, since he thinks Im his, its easier said than done. Like THATS not enough to deal with, all the other Vampyres think Im some sort of Chosen One. Holy Hell, if Im in charge of saving an entire race of blood suckers, the Undead are in for one hell of a ride. When Astrid tries to stop smoking she ends up a member of the undead. She had never believed in vampyres before, but now she knows that they do exist no matter what she thought before