WOODEN STAKES AND SILVER CROSSES
Tiara Kent is one of those megarich kids whom the media adore. Her money comes from the hard work of someone three generations before her and she has never had to nor even been expected to do anything that remotely resembles work. Thus, her only goals in life are to buy clothes and shoes, to find the next chemical high, and to find the next thrilling adventure.
When Tiara’s father announces his engagement to a woman even younger than Tiara’s 23 years, she becomes obsessed with the horrors of growing old and thus obsessed with the necessity to remain beautiful. She fills her days with body sculpting, breast implants, face-lifts and acres of mirrors in her penthouse in which to admire the results.
And she fills the remaining two weeks of her nights with the Dark Prince, as she calls him, who has promised to give her eternal life – and eternal beauty. When Eve Dallas and Peabody see her the morning following her “ritual of immortality,” they find the requisite puncture marks on her neck. They find a smattering of blood on her sheets. They find the rest of her blood missing. They find her jewelry missing as well. And they find her as dead as the proverbial doornail.
This being only a 108-page novella, it does not take Eve long to locate the alleged “Dark Prince.” He is Dorian Vadim, owner and manager of the underground club BloodBath, a club geared to the wanna-be vampire crowd and those just out for a taste (pun intended) of the supernatural side.
Vadim is tall, dark and handsome, charismatic to the nth degree and sex walking. He is also arrogant enough to try to seduce Eve with Roarke standing right beside her. But it is the soulless black eyes, the same eyes her father had, that unnerve Eve and jolt her stride.
So, armed with incident reports from both Europe and the states, tox and DNA reports from Morris, a profile from Mira and her own stun gun, Eve goes on the hunt to bring Vadim down. With attitudes of “better safe than sorry,” thrust upon her is an open-minded New Ager’s approach from Peabody, garlic cloves from her detective squad, a wooden stake from Baxter and a silver cross from Roarke.
This is not the first entry in which JD Robb has introduced some form of paranormal entity into a murder. Previously, there have been ghosts as well as psychics and sensitives with documented successes. Now, the focus is on vampires, both the ones of legend and the ones who metaphorically suck another person’s soul dry.
Cloves of garlic aside, this entry is no spoof, even if it was written at the height of Stephanie Meyer’s “Twilight Saga.” The murders are real, the characters’ beliefs or disbeliefs in the supernatural are real, and the wooden stake and cross turn out to be not such bad ideas either.
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