A Fashionably Dead Christmas
Peterman Robyn
This is holiday paranormal romantic comedy novella for your reading pleasure!
It’s Christmas at the Cressida House and all Hell is breaking loose.
Tree?
Decorated and lit. Elf on a Shelf? Seated with style. Baby Jesus on the
mantle? Fourteen neatly in a row. Life sized Nutcracker? Creepy, but
standing proud. Invitations sent to entire immortal family to celebrate
the holiday? Possibly the stupidest damn thing I’ve ever done.
Mixing
Heaven and Hell on my cousin’s famous birthday seemed like such a
brilliant idea. I wanted my baby’s first Christmas to be
special—memorable. I’d like chalk my heinous idea up to having been
fallen down drunk, but that won’t fly as it’s insanely difficult for a
Vampyre to tie one on. So instead I’ll deal with obscene gifts from
relatives, kidnapped rock stars and catering by Mother Nature.
To
complicate matters, our new family pet thinks the whole house is his
toilet. Ethan and I can’t even find a room with working lock on the door
to spread a little holiday cheer.
Never, never
again. Christmas from now on will be at a freakin’ spa for the undead—no
poles for dancing and no slumber parties with the Devil.
I just have to make it through the next twenty-four hours without beheading a beloved one.
Merry freakin’ Christmas—and Happy New Year.
It’s Christmas at the Cressida House and all Hell is breaking loose.
Tree?
Decorated and lit. Elf on a Shelf? Seated with style. Baby Jesus on the
mantle? Fourteen neatly in a row. Life sized Nutcracker? Creepy, but
standing proud. Invitations sent to entire immortal family to celebrate
the holiday? Possibly the stupidest damn thing I’ve ever done.
Mixing
Heaven and Hell on my cousin’s famous birthday seemed like such a
brilliant idea. I wanted my baby’s first Christmas to be
special—memorable. I’d like chalk my heinous idea up to having been
fallen down drunk, but that won’t fly as it’s insanely difficult for a
Vampyre to tie one on. So instead I’ll deal with obscene gifts from
relatives, kidnapped rock stars and catering by Mother Nature.
To
complicate matters, our new family pet thinks the whole house is his
toilet. Ethan and I can’t even find a room with working lock on the door
to spread a little holiday cheer.
Never, never
again. Christmas from now on will be at a freakin’ spa for the undead—no
poles for dancing and no slumber parties with the Devil.
I just have to make it through the next twenty-four hours without beheading a beloved one.
Merry freakin’ Christmas—and Happy New Year.
جلد:
5
سال:
2015
ناشر کتب:
Robyn Peterman
زبان:
english
صفحات:
166
سیریز:
(Hot Damned #5)
فائل:
EPUB, 233 KB
IPFS:
,
english, 2015