I am super excited to be a part of the tour for Undead and Unsure by MaryJanice Davidson. I’m currently reading Undead and Unsure and I am absolutely loving it – and I think all of you will as well!
About UNDEAD AND UNSURE: It’s no surprise to Betsy that her trip to Hell with her sister Laura landed them in hot water. Betsy isn’t exactly sorry she killed the Devil but it’s put Laura in a damnable position: assuming the role of Satan (she may not have the training but she looks great in red)—and in charge of billions of souls as she moves up in the world. Or is that down?
But Betsy herself is in an odd new position as well—that of being a responsible monarch suddenly in charge of all things more earth-bound: like her vampire husband Sinclair who has gone from relieved to ecstatic to downright reckless now that he can tolerate sunlight. And if Sinclair isn’t enough to contend with, Betsy’s best friend Jessica is in her sixth (and hopefully last) trimester. Considering she’s been pregnant for eighteen months, she’s become a veritable encyclopedia of what not to expect when you’re expecting. Oh, the horror…
And speaking of growing pains, Betsy and Sinclair’s adopted little BabyJon is finally starting to walk. And if the increasingly unpredictable toddler is anything like his extended family, precisely where he’s headed is anyone’s guess.
The Hidden Excerpts
by MaryJanice Davidson
From Undead and Unemployed, Book 2
(in which Betsy finds out that the vampire king, Sinclair, is her new roommate)
“Now, Elizabeth. I think in time you’ll come to quite like our…arrangement.”
“It’s so creepy when you do those ominous pauses and then finish by saying something that isn’t ominous.”
Sinclair smiled at me. I made a real effort not to smile back. God, why did You have to make him that gorgeous? The shoulders, the eyes, the really long…fingers. (Argh. Now I was doing it.) You couldn’t have given him a stutter, Lord? Or hillbilly teeth? Or Jennifer Gray’s second nose?
“You weren’t even supposed to be here,” I complained. We were standing in (groan) our new driveway. Jessica had bought a mansion, because that’s how she liked to fill her spare time, and several (groan) vampires were moving in, including (groan #3) me. Since the sun had only been down an hour, I figured Sinclair would be hunting for the next few hours.
And so he was. Just not for victims.
“Look, I’ve got a lot of crap to move—hey, get away from there.” He’d stepped around me without a sound or a ripple—how did he do that?—and was peering into my backseat window.
“Are they all filled with shoes?” he asked, sounding fascinated. “How could you even make use of your rear view mirror? They’re stacked so high.”
“Never mind.” I took him by the elbow and tried to yank him away from my car, but it was like trying to haul me away from a sample sale: no power on earth could have moved him. “Go away, okay? You’ve got plenty of time to sneak around and spy on me and generally make me miserable. Years, maybe.”
“Years, definitely.” He straightened and looked down at me. This never failed to unnerve me; I was tall enough that I was at eye level with most guys, and taller than more than a few. “Quite a few of them, and I only remind you because it seems you don’t recall—“
“I recall, I recall. Go away now.” I made shooing motions, which would have worked if Sinclair was a mouse. “Lovely to see you again except not, goodbye.”
He caught my shooing hand and dropped a kiss into my palm. “I live to obey your shrill nagging, Elizabeth.”
“Well, thanks. Hey!”
“Your rage-fueled hysterics are, to my ears, the most erotic of whispers.”
“Please stop.” I was trying to tug free and having no luck, and I was surprised I was surprised. But I had to get away, because I was in danger of smiling at the son of a bitch. He really did seem to care about me, and he kept risking his fine ass to save me. If only he wasn’t so overbearing and smug and gorgeous and well hung and—wait, I didn’t mean the last one.
I managed to wrench free, and would have tumbled to the gravel if he hadn’t caught me, which just irritated me more. I shoved him—he obliged by stumbling backward—and shook my keys at him, hoping to scare him off. (Hey, it worked on dogs.) “Get lost. I don’t want to see you for at least ninety-six hours. In fact, I don’t care if you ever come back!”
He bowed from the waist, and only Sinclair could have bowed sarcastically. “But I will come back,” he said, and smiled at me.
It was wrong that I found that comforting, right?
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MaryJanice Davidson is the bestselling author of several books, most recently Undead and Unsure (out August 6th, 2013), Undead and Unstable, Undead and Undermined, Undead and Unfinished, Undead and Unwelcome, and Dead Over Heels. With her husband, Anthony Alongi, she also writes a series featuring a teen weredragon named Jennifer Scales. MaryJanice lives in Minneapolis with her husband and two children. Visit her online at www.maryjanicedavidson.net, or follow her on Facebook and Twitter.
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There will be a giveaway of several copies of UNDEAD AND UNSURE on the last day of the tour, August 6, 2013, on Tor.com.
Catching up on your Betsy-lore? Be sure to check out more exclusive excerpts from the series throughout The 12 Days of Betsy!
July 22, Day 1: Parajunkee
July 23, Day 2: The Book Cellar
July 24, Day 3: The Book Nympho
July 25, Day 4: Vampire Book Club
July 26, Day 5: Paranormal and Urban Fantasy Reviews
July 29, Day 6: SciFi Chick
July 30, Day 7: My Bookish Ways
July 31, Day 8: Bitten By Books
August 1, Day 9: Fiction Vixen
August 2, Day 10: Heroes and Heartbreakers
August 5, Day 11: All Things Urban Fantasy
August 6, Day 12: Tor.com (Giveaway: UNDEAD AND UNSURE, released August 6th!)