Author: Gerry Bartlett
Publisher: Berkley Trade (December 07th, 2012)
Series: Real Vampires (Book 6)
Glory St. Clair is a vampire with man trouble. Between her on-again, off again lover Jeremy Blade, smoking hot rock star Ray Caine, and former bodyguard turned apartment mate Valdez, there’s enough man-candy around to make even a gal with a liquid diet feel a sugar rush.
Glory’s got no time to enjoy it, though, considering that she’s in the middle of planning her best friend’s wedding. And let’s not forget that there happens to be a hit on her head, thanks to when she took out a techno-freak billionaire. Now, between planning a bachelorette party and dodging stakes, Glory has to decide which man she really wants, before her love life meets an early grave…
I’ve had my fair share of vampire books over the years and I don’t know what to make of this mess. I think it was a horrible terrible excuse of a book.
I haven’t read vampire material in years, but this book was on sale and I decided to give it the benefit of the doubt because I thought it would’ve been funny. I wish I hadn’t. Someone needs to tell this author to stop churning out Glory St. Clair novels (that is if they’re still being printed). Sometimes authors have to know their limits and pull the plug on a series.
I couldn’t finish this book. I had it when I reached the 6th chapter. I made a few notes:
^ Glory is supposed to be a size 12 vamp, yet she is presented as a stick figure on the cover. Or maybe I don’t know what a size 12 is.
^ Glory is two-timing and whiny and I dislike these characters. I wish someone had staked the undead out of her!
^ Everyone in this book is stupid, jealous or horny. Real vamps don’t act like children, plan weddings and sit around crying over foolish things. Real vamps go out there, bare their fangs and suck on some useless human blood. And wait for it… REAL VAMPIRES KNOW WHAT THEY WANT and they don’t take the term ‘on again off again’ in a relationship to another level.
Vampires just aren’t my thing anymore (I’ve never seen Twilight and I don’t intend to), but Lestat de Lioncourt is still the best vampire I’ve had the pleasure of fiction meeting.
Oh, did I mention that real vampires are French? 😛