Dead end dating my ex girlfriend dating someone else
A vivacious vampire with a flair for accessorizing, Lil Marchette is unlike most of her kind.She prefers lively shades of pink to dismal black (soo not her color), plus she’s a hopeless romantic.
But as a made vampire, Ty can’t procreate–and Lil will settle for nothing less. In need of a steady paycheck to support a compulsive cosmetics habit, Lil starts Dead End Dating (DED), a Manhattan-based matchmaking service that helps smart, sophisticated singles like herself find eternity mates–and may even help her stake a claim to her very own Count Right!Or, at the very least, a really cool way to pay next month's rent. Excerpted from Dead End Dating by Kimberly Raye Excerpted by permission. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site. My bad.) Let's just say life is tough for any woman, and death isn't much better. I, on the other hand, haven't had a decent date in the past one hundred years, much less found Count Right, so my life is a bit simpler. I score a ten on the O-meter when it comes to Matt Damon, Brad Pitt, and Toby Keith (I know, I know, he's so not my type, but there's just something about the cowboy hat).One For those of you who don't already know me, my name is the Countess Lilliana Arabella Guinevere du Marchette (yeah, I know), but my friends call me Lil. It's hard enough being a single, jobless, five-hundred-year-old female vampire in this day and age without the whole pretentious French royalty thing and an ancient lame-ass name that doesn't even fit in the box on a Visa application. We're still expected to live up to this whole Night-Feeding Barbie image--perfect figure, perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect incisors--and procreate, hunt for the family, and make sure little Morticia doesn't color on the walls and baby Vlad doesn't eat the eyes off his Count Dracula doll. I've also been known to cry during the Master Card commercials.In need of a steady paycheck to support a compulsive cosmetics habit, Lil starts Dead End Dating (DED), a Manhattan-based matchmaking service that helps smart, sophisticated singles like herself find eternity mates–and may even help her stake a claim to her very own Count Right!When Lil meets geeky vampire Francis Deville, she knows he’s the perfect first client. (Shudder.) So you can see why the thought of spending eternity gainfully employed in the family business is enough to make me want to stake myself.
So here I sit on a clear, moonlit October evening in Manhattan, my laptop open in front of me, ready and willing to change someone's destiny. Of course, I'm not getting my hopes up, mind you--I'm even pickier when it comes to men than I am with accessories. A girl can live with her parents for only so many centuries without having a nervous breakdown. Neither of which should pose a problem for someone like me. Think two hundred locations nationwide (near a university near you). While I have nothing against copying or printing, I simply can't see myself standing behind the counter from dusk 'til dawn, wearing a lime green polo shirt with "Midnight Moe's" embroidered across the pocket, and matching Dockers. You've probably guessed by now that I'm not like most other vamps. My father says I'm the spitting image of my great aunt Sophie, who nuked herself, just last year, in a tanning bed she purchased off the QVC channel.