I'm Undead and I Vote [Tarot Series] [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Jackie Rose
eBook Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Humor
eBook Description: Having endured the bite of the vampire (along with his really bad Bela Lugosi impersonation), Tiffany Golden is not about to take death lying down. Instead, she starts turning out (and digging up) the vampire vote, in order to put a sexy senator into the White House and herself into his bed.
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks, Published: www.extasybooks.com, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2004
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34 Reader Ratings:
"It was a short and fast paced read with an enormous amount of inuendos and puns placed strategically. I would highly recommend this book to anyone who likes a different slant on what vampires are all about. Watching Tiffany go through all the stereotypical thinking relative to vampires had me laughing out loud. How she scrambles politics and gets the 'vampire vote' legitimized is hilarious. A truly enjoyable satire on overly enthusiastic campaign groupies which contains a twist. On a deeper level, you could substitute any minority into the book and find a common ground. This book, with its delicious humor and wholehearted fun, is a definite recommend!"--Cheryl, coffeetimeromance.com
"I was quietly eating my lunch as I read this book and before I knew it I had to put down my drink that I had unfortunately snorted out earlier because of my laughter. Jackie Rose puts together a hilariously funny political vampire tale that pokes holes in both political parties. I thought that it was the funniest and most creative political book I have ever read."--Geekmom, Vampire Book Club
She would have asked him what he was doing there, but from force of habit, she decided to first say, "Good evening, I am Tiffany Golden, and may I ask who you are planning to vote for?"
"I don't vote," he answered, gazing at her from compelling black eyes. "And I don't drink--wine, that is. I've always wanted to say that." Stepping back in growing unease, she asked, "Are you a vampire buff? Is that what brings you here?"
"Sort of," he replied, as he grasped her hands in his cold ones and pulled her close to him. With his right hand still firmly on her shoulder in its emerald green quilted silk jacket, he held out his left arm in a slow, theatrical, beckoning gesture (at least, he hoped it was beckoning). Then he ran that hand slowly through her curly red hair and onto her freckled face. Even through her fog of helpless terror, she sensed that he seemed to be following the instructions of some movie director, rather than the forces of evil. As he would soon tell her, he had, indeed, been an enthusiastic (not to say fanatical) film student before his untimely death two years earlier, at age twenty-three.
But even without his cinematic background, he would have known how to press his lips against the throbbing vein in her throat and sink his pointed teeth there.
She recovered from her swoon to find him still there, with his hands on her arms. He had not hurt her after all, she decided. And despite his decidedly strange pick-up lines, he was still a voter.
"May I talk to you about voting for Senator O'Neill?" she asked. "He really needs your help."