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MaryJanice Davidson’s Top Five What The *!@#? Moments from the Undead Series

Undead and Done

Ah, MaryJanice Davidson, how we love your books, your humour, your Betsy and Sink Lair, your love of shoes . . . Christine Feehan had it right when she called you, ‘Wicked fun.’ The Undead series, which comes to a close with Undead and Done (see what she did there), has made us laugh, fall in love, laugh some more and go: ‘What!?!?!?!!!!!’. And for the big closing number, plus #WelcomeToMyWorld, MaryJanice is sharing the moments when the Undead crew blew even her out of the water. Warning, if you’re new to the series, there are a couple spoilers here, plus read all the way to the bottom to discover our special deal.

 

What, just five? I could have done thirty of these. Literally thirty, I try to put at least two in every book, and this last book is #15, Undead and Done, and 15 x 2 = 30, so when you pick up one of my books, you get a lot of laughs and also math. But in the interest of time, and spoilers, here are my top five. Also: spoilers! (Seriously, spoilers. Do not cry to me about spoilers after you read an article whose entire purpose is to discuss spoilers. I will lose it. LOSE IT.)

  • Elizabeth “Betsy” Taylor wakes up dead. Yep, things got busy quickly in the very first book, chapter one, page one: a recently fired administrative assistant wakes up as the queen of the vampires. She was different pretty much immediately, and not just because she loved shoes and hated tact: she wasn’t bitten and turned, she was run over (by a Pontiac Aztec) and woke up in the funeral home. And wasn’t happy about it – besides the obvious, she was wearing someone else’s knock-off shoes and terrible make-up (fair-skinned blondes can’t pull off orange blush). Things went downhill from there.

 

  • Sinclair is the Book of the Dead. Eric Sinclair, king of the vampires, is devoted to Betsy and though it was love at first sight for him, it took his bride a while longer to come around. (That whole “you tricked me into marrying you, asshat!” thing, doncha know.) And the Book of the Dead is this terrible book accurately professing the future of vampires in general and Betsy in particular. Not only can Betsy not get rid of the thing (she pitched it into the Mississippi River; UPS brought it back), she goes temporarily insane if she reads it too long (like DVR instructions) and it’s made of human skin, written in blood. We find out when Betsy ends up in the future that not only is Horrible Future Betsy running the world 500 years from now, she’s the author of The Book, and it’s written on Eric Sinclair’s skin. And speaking of time travel . . .

 

  • Betsy accidentally changes the timeline. Our girl wasn’t having any of that “turning my husband into a creepy gross book sometime between the present and five centuries from now” nonsense and somehow (even she’s vague on the details) changed the timeline so it wouldn’t happen. When she got back to her present, her previously unhappily single best friend was living with a cop and joyfully pregnant with twins, and Christian Louboutin never existed in this timeline. Paradise on the one hand, agony on the other. And speaking of agony . . .

 

  • Betsy kills the devil. So, there’s that. Also, Betsy’s sister is the Anti-Christ. Ooh, and her roommate Marc was an evil vampire in the future, but a suicidal zombie in the new-and-improved timeline present. It was a whole thing. Several things, in fact. And speaking of several things . . .

 

  • Betsy becomes the new devil (or as her name tag proclaims her, “Hello, my name is Satan 2.0“), and the Mall of America is the new Hell. Because when you’re out of work, sometimes you have to take someone else’s job, I guess?

 

These five things all took place between books 1 and 14, so you know what that means: that despite all the above insanity, there’s still more to come in the final book, Undead and DoneWhat? You didn’t think I’d save some of the best stuff for last?

Undead and Done is out now:

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Plus, did you know that we’ve also published MaryJanice’s new series Danger, Sweetheart, as well as her Fred the Mermaid series and that the first book in that series, Sleeping with the Fishes is just £1.99 in the UK for the week?

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Valentine’s Day – A Little Less Ordinary

DBCPValentine’s Day is really a Marmite holiday, you either love it or you hate it. But, really? It’s a holiday!!! We say celebrate it any way you please. And to help you out MaryJanice Davidson, Maria Lewis, Penelope Douglas and Darynda Jones have agreed to offer a little advice on Valentine’s Day – A Little Less Ordinary.

Darynda has made it very clear what’s important:

Valentine’s Day — a little less ordinary — for full-time private investigator and part-time grim reaper, Charley Davidson, would be with her love interest, supernatural bad boy Reyes Farrow, in a tux. They wouldn’t have to go anywhere or do anything special, but she’s seen him in everything from a prison outfit to a biker outfit to, well, no outfit at all. A tux would be the icing on the cake. A black one, or course, to match the dark depths of his aura, with a crisp bowtie to offset the unmanageable cut of his hair, and a soft white shirt to contrast the hard expanse of the chest beneath it.

While dinner may have been on the menu, they will of course go straight to the bedroom where she will slowly — very, very slowly — relieve him of the confines of polite society. Champagne will be waiting on the nightstand. Chilled champagne. And strawberries dipped in chocolate.

The Dirt on Ninth Grave by Darynda Jones

Penelope has solved the problem of dinners that don’t work out:

A little Valentine’s note from Jax to Juliet . . .

Jax
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Juliet

Every year I try to do this right. I have a plan, and there are things I want to say to you. Things you need to know. But if there’s one thing we both know about me, it’s that everything goes out the window when we’re alone. Everything I’m feeling and want to tell you leaves my head, and I end up failing at giving you that special romantic night out and all the other things you deserve.

You think I just get carried away and cut our dinners short. You think it’s amusing that I have no control over myself, drag you out of restaurants, and let the brand new dress you bought go to waste when I take you home to bed early.

The truth is I’m not that selfish. I love your body, baby, and I love how good we are together, but there’s a reason we haven’t been separated a single night since that summer all those years ago when we first got together. There’s a reason I can’t wait to get home every day.

You’re irreplaceable.

I could tell you that I love how you make our house a home, how you make sure that Hawke always has everything he needs, and that you’re the mother to him that I never had. How you take care of everyone and how you still shiver when I touch you.

But most of all, the thing I want to make sure you know (that I can never seem to tell you in person) is how I’m happy every day.

Every single day.

These are things I wanted to tell you, but by the time the moment comes, my nerves are shot and I just say “fuck it” and act out. That’s usually why we end up in the car before the second course has started.

So tonight, I’m going to do things differently. Romantic dinners out don’t work for me. We’re going to an inn overnight where I’m going to feed you and put you in a bath and wash every inch of you myself, so pack a bag.

But first, we’re going to laugh and have some fun. Meet me on Woodmere Hill at the golf course and dress warm. I’ll bring the sled.

Falling Away by Penelope Douglas

Maria has taken care of those of us dealing with that special werewolf in our life:

What not to get the werewolf who has everything this Valentine’s Day by Maria Lewis

  • Stuffed bunny rabbit holding an ‘I wub you’ heart: Yeah look, nothing is going to incite the beast like giving it a very chewable and dispensable version of a creature it likes to chase three days of the month. Points for trying though.
  • Silver love heart pendant: Sure, why not? Oh that’s right, SILVER BURNS THE FLESH OFF A WEREWOLF WHAT IS YOUR DAMAGE?! You’re trying impress the girl, not watch her collarbone go up in the flames.
  • Romantic walk under the moonlight: This could be a fine and sweet way to spend the Valentine’s evening, but best to check the moon phases before you head out as that stroll after dinner could literally see you become dinner.
  • Chocolates: You can’t go wrong with chocolates unless . . . it’s that time of the month. No, not that time of the month, that other time of the month when the special female werewolf in your life is more likely to eat townspeople than a Twix. If it’s within a few days of the full moon, better to pick up a treat from the butcher instead. We recommend beef forequarter, tenderloin or brisket navel (all raw, of course).
  • Flowers: It’s a bit basic, but it does express both thoughtfulness and romance. Unless you bought her sunflowers. The only thing sunflowers say is that you hate both her and you hate yourself. Sunflowers are Satan’s flower.

Who’s Afraid? by Maria Lewis

And, MaryJanice brings us full circle by emphasising what is important:

     My perfect Valentine’s Day? Oh, that’s easy. Dinner with my husband, Tony, at Forepaugh’s, in St. Paul, Minnesota, where I can enjoy the love of my life. I can explain the wondrous experience in three words. (Not those three words. Ugh, boring.) Deconstructed Banana Cream Pie! Wait, that’s four words.

     Forepaugh’s isn’t just a restaurant, it’s a Victorian mansion they turned into a restaurant. And it’s not just a Victorian mansion, it’s a haunted Victorian mansion. And it’s not just a haunted Victorian mansion, it’s a haunted Victorian mansion that serves wonderful food. Plus, again: . You can check them out here: http://www.forepaughs.com. They’re not paying me to endorse them, but you can bet I’ll bring this to their attention and try to wrangle a free meal, or at least a free dessert. The dessert. The thing without which life is meaningless. (Sorry, Tony: I do love you. I do. But this is something else entirely. You are not a part of this. But hey, Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetie!)

     They bring it to you on a long narrow platter while your husband is talking about his job or the children or the life you’ve made together or whatever. The dessert rests on a pile of something that looks like Cocoa Krispies, which they call chocolate-hazelnut praline, and resting on top of the Cocoa Krispies/praline is whipped vanilla crème brûlée, and on top of the brûlée is a caramelised banana with agave nectar, and on top of the banana is a lovely little mound of vanilla bean whipped cream.

     In a word: drooooooool.

And the thing is, I could be the greatest scribe in the history of the written word (and I’m not — I’m close, but I’m not quite there yet) and my description still wouldn’t do the thing justice. It is the most delicious, sweet/creamy/crunchy dessert ever, and no Valentine’s Day would be complete without it. And, I dunno, also having the love of your life at your side or something, I guess?

So the word of the day isn’t love or even lust. It’s much more basic than that. The word of the day is droooooool.

Sleeping with the Fishes by MaryJanice Davidson

MaryJanice Davidson is a proud Cumberbimbo!

 I AM A PROUD CUMBERBIMBO

by

MaryJanice Davidson, ‘Proud Cumberbimbo’

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I love England.  Great Britain, I mean.  Um, that place on the other side of the ocean that isn’t America.  No, not Australia.  (Though I think Australia’s terrific, too.)  I love it for reasons any sane, right-thinking individual loves it:  the Tudors (the actual family, not the Showtime show), high tea, low tea, universal health care, crisps, chips, the currency, the accents, their tolerance of Americans, Benedict Cumberbatch.

Yeah.  Benedict Cumberbatch.  Or, as we say in Minnesota, oofta.  Because the man is the sexiest weird-looking guy since Matt Smith.  (Mr. Smith has a box for a head.  I’m sorry.  You know it’s true.)

Come on.  You’ve noticed.  My sweet, sweet Benedict is not conventionally attractive.  He’s not conventionally anything.  Google “Benedict Cumberbatch” and “otter” and then tell me I’m wrong.  (“You’re wrong.”  “Shut up.”)

From the top of his thick, dyed dark hair (under which, he’s a natural redhead!  Zow!) to the bottom of his size whatever feet (who cares?  I’ve never been into feet.  I’m not sure he has feet), and everything in between, he’s weirdly hot.

And that neck.  At casual glance, it looks about twenty inches long.  (I’m a freakish six feet tall myself, and I write about vampires.  So I think about necks and legs.  And Benedict is 45% neck and 55% legs.)

And the voice.  Sweet Mother of God, the voice.  It’s been described as a jaguar trapped in a cello.  If anything, that’s underselling it.  Like Americans aren’t a sucker for a posh accent anyway?  (We are.  We’re accent whores.  It’s disgusting.  We’re disgusting.)  I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again:  oofta.  Gotta love a guy who plays a dragon, and they barely have to fiddle with his actual voice to make him sound like a sexy, smoky dragon.

Which reminds me, he even makes smoking look hot.  And it’s not!  Health issues aside, the smell and the nicotine stains aside, the tiny burns all over various outfits aside, my dad smoked for thirty-some years.  No one grows up watching their dad smoke and thinks, “Day-amn!  That is hot!”  But Benedict pulls it off.

And the talent.  All of the above would be terrific on its own, but the guy has severe acting chops.  He’s like Gary Oldman; he sort of disappears into his roles.  He’s been Van Gogh and a dragon and a genetically manipulated warlord and Sherlock Holmes and Stephen Hawking and Frankenstein and Hamlet.  It’s a good thing I’ve got a crush on the man, or I’d probably want to kill him.  It’s pretty unfair; he’s the whole package.  The whole smoking long-legged talented deep-voiced redheaded package.

Even when he’s playing a complete douchelord (see:  Atonement, Star Trek) you can’t take your eyes off him.  Proof of my devotion:  I was into him waaay before the world suddenly decided he was delicious.  BBC’s Sherlock did it for me.  (Oh, man, did Sherlock do it for me.  Also I might obsessively read Sherlock fan fic.  Don’t judge.)  I essentially went from, “So many channels and nothing on, maybe I’ll bake something inst—oh my God who is that?”

After gorging on Sherlock’s first two seasons, and brownies, I started tracking down his body.  Of work, I mean, his body of work.  (Awesome thing #232 about being a writer: this counts as research.  It counts as work, even!)  Atonement, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, Amazing Grace, etc., a lovely list of “work”, all laid out nice and neat thanks to the good people at Wikipedia.

Then, the most wonderful news of my life (after “It’s a girl!” in 1995 and “It’s a boy!” in 1999, and “The bakery’s going to be open on Sundays now!” in 2011), my man Cumberbatch was going to be in Star Trek: Into Darkness.  And he was glorious, as I knew he would be.  The bulk!  The brain!  The lone tear tracking down a sculpted cheek as he talked about losing his people!  The bulk!  The trash-talking of Spock!  Listen:  I’ve been a Trekkie for decades.  My husband and I used to call in sick so we could see the earliest show whenever a new movie was out, that’s the measure of our geekiness, but if there were any characters besides Khan in Into Darkness, I didn’t notice.  (There was a captain, I guess, and that woman from The Losers, and the guy from Sean of the Dead, maybe?  Who cares.)

All this to say, I’m crushing on a man I’ve never met.  So much so that I dedicated my latest book, Undead and Unwary, to the magnificent son of a bitch.  (My husband is a very understanding man, to wit:  “Hey, if you think you can get him, go for it.  Maybe come back in time for our son’s graduation?”)  Why?  Because I have the best job in the world:  writing stories about fantastic things happening to ordinary people.  Because I’m lucky enough to have readers all over the world, and am determined to share with them the joys and sorrows of being a Cumberbimbo.  And because whenever a settled forty-something wife and mother feel like a teenager again, it’s worth noting, not least because reminders that unexpected thrills lurk are never a bad thing.

 

Undead and Unwary is out now on Entice! Benedict Cumberbatch is out now somewhere in the world! GO FIND BOTH!

Happy October 7th Book Birthdays!

One day to rule them all, one day to bind them, one day to bring them all and in the darkness read them . . .

And if you haven’t turned off after that incredibly hokey introduction line, you are in for a major treat! Today we have some gorgeous books being published and we can’t wait to share them with you! Read on for more details and then be sure to one-click, add to your TBR or fall into hysterics on the floor. We’ll take any one of those . . .

 

Echoes of Scotland Street by Samantha Young

From the bestselling author of On Dublin Street, ‘Scotland’s EL James‘ (Sunday Post) comes a seductive story of forgiving the past and making up for lost time . . .

Shannon MacLeod has always gone for the wrong type of man. After she drifted from one toxic relationship to the next, her last boyfriend gave her a wake-up call in the worst possible way. With her world shattered, she’s sworn off men – especially those of the bad-boy variety.

Cole Walker is exactly the sort that Shannon wants to avoid – gorgeous, tattooed, charming, and cocky. But his rough exterior hides a good man – one who’s determined to pull Shannon from her self-imposed solitude and win her heart.

As Shannon begins to open up, the passion between them ignites to blazing levels. But when her past comes back to haunt her, her fears may destroy the trust Cole has built between them – and tear them apart for good . . .

Watch the trailer here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lEUzg-9V4-k

 

Sideswiped by Lia Riley

It was only meant to last the summer . . .

Talia Stolfi has seen more than her share of loss in her twenty-one years. But then fate brought her Bran Lockhart, and her dark world was suddenly and spectacularly illuminated. So if being with Bran means leaving her colorless NorCal life for rugged and wild Australia, then that’s what she’ll do. But as much as Talia longs to give herself over completely to a new beginning, the fears of her past are still lurking in the shadows.

Bran Lockhart knows that living without the beautiful girl who stole his heart will be torment, so he’ll take whatever time with her he can. But even though she has packed up her life in California and is back in his arms for the time being, she can’t stay forever. And the remaining time they have together is ticking by way too fast. Though fate seems determined to tear them apart, they won’t give up without a fight-because while time may have limits, their love is infinite . . .

Praise for Upside Down, the first in the Off the Map trilogu:

Upside Down gave me all the feels. Romantic and poignant, the journey of love and acceptance lingers long after the book is closed’ Jennifer L. Armentrout/J. Lynn, # 1 New York Times bestselling author

‘Must read romance . . . Upside Down is refreshing and heartfelt New Adult contemporary romance . . . Talia and Bran’s romance is a slow burn with a large serving of conflict, angst and emotion. That said, the dialogue is smart, quick-witted and enhanced by hilarious banter and Australian colloquialisms that provide laughs scene after scene’ USA Today

 

Broken by Laura Wright

The Cavanaugh brothers left behind River Black, Texas, long ago. But after their father dies, bequeathing them the Triple C, a cattle ranch that sustains their small town, they return – and confront the painful memories of their childhood home . . .

For years, James Cavanaugh has travelled the world as a horse whisperer, but even the millions he’s earned hasn’t healed the pain he hides behind his stoic exterior. Forced to tackle old demons at the ranch, James throws himself into work to avoid his true feelings. Until he meets a woman who shakes the foundations of his well-built walls . . .

Sheridan O’Neil’s quiet confidence has served her well, except when it comes to romance. Tired of rejection, she’s ready to swear off men. But after being rescued from a horse stampede by the most beautiful cowboy she’s ever met, her resolve wavers. Only, as Sheridan uncovers James’s belief that no woman is safe with him, she wonders if such a wounded man could ever give in to love, or if some hearts are too broken to be healed . . .

For fans of Joan Johnston, Pat Thayer, MJ Summers and smokin’ hot cowboys, this is sheer reading pleasure

Praise for Laura Wright:

‘Saddle up for a sexy, intensely emotional ride with cowboys that put the wild in wild west. Laura Wright never disappoints!’ – Alexandra Ivy, New York Times bestselling author

‘Secrets, sins, and spurs – Laura Wright‘s Cavanaugh brothers will brand your heart!’ – Skye Jordan, New York Times bestselling author

 

Undead and Unwary by MaryJanice Davidson

How do you out-devil the devil? For vampire queen Betsy Taylor, the answer is relative – literally – as MaryJanice Davidson‘s ‘sexy, steamy, and laugh-out-loud funny’ (Booklist) New York Times bestselling series continues . . .

First: kill Satan. Second: reorganize Hell. Sounded simple enough back then, but for Betsy Taylor, managing “down below” isn’t as easy as she’d hoped – even if she is doing it with her sister, Laura, a bona-fide Antichrist. So yes, Betsy has been shirking her hellish responsibilities, but she’s been just so darn busy these days. And she’s not just yanking Laura’s chain. There’s a brand new baby drama involving a pair of uncanny (ok, terrifying) toddler twins, an upcoming birthday party that has to be planned, and, are you ready for it? Betsy’s dad – once so very dead – has been spotted in downtown St. Paul.

Now, despite all the chaos, Betsy’s friends rally around, helping her to handle all this fire and brimstone jazz. As for Betsy’s sister and dad – they have their own surprises in store for the vampire queen. And jolt by jolt, Betsy will discover that there’s nothing as heartwarming as family. Yeah, like Hell.

If you love Darynda Jones and Janet Evanovich, this is the rip-roaring, devilishly funny adventure for you!