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Название книги: A Girl's Guide to Vampires
Автор(ы): Макалистер Кейти
Жанр: Мистика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/A-Girl_s-Guide-to-Vampires-155886.html
I offer my profound thanks and gratitude to Christine Feehan, not only for taking my vampire virginity in a way that left me her most devoted fan, but for her friendship and support, both of which mean worlds to me (especially since they survived a dicey rune stone reading). Big smoochy kisses go, as ever, to my critique partner Vance (who thinks up the best titles), my agent Michelle (who is just all around fabulous), my editor Kate Seaver (who sends me notes to "write funny "), and my husband (who puts up with me).
Chapter One
"Gin makes me brilliant.""No, Joy, you just think gin makes you brilliant. Gin makes you sotted. Chocolate makes you brilliant."I looked at the reflection in the French door of the dark-haired woman sitting next to me in a circle of lit candles, and shook my head with a solemnity that I hoped belied the aforementioned sottedness. My reflection shook her head as if to warn me. I decided to heed the warning, and carefully set down my glass. "Chocolate has many pow
Название книги: A Girl's Guide to Vampires
Автор(ы): Макалистер Кейти
Жанр: Мистика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/A-Girl_s-Guide-to-Vampires-155886.html
I offer my profound thanks and gratitude to Christine Feehan, not only for taking my vampire virginity in a way that left me her most devoted fan, but for her friendship and support, both of which mean worlds to me (especially since they survived a dicey rune stone reading). Big smoochy kisses go, as ever, to my critique partner Vance (who thinks up the best titles), my agent Michelle (who is just all around fabulous), my editor Kate Seaver (who sends me notes to "write funny "), and my husband (who puts up with me).
Chapter One
"Gin makes me brilliant.""No, Joy, you just think gin makes you brilliant. Gin makes you sotted. Chocolate makes you brilliant."I looked at the reflection in the French door of the dark-haired woman sitting next to me in a circle of lit candles, and shook my head with a solemnity that I hoped belied the aforementioned sottedness. My reflection shook her head as if to warn me. I decided to heed the warning, and carefully set down my glass. "Chocolate has many pow
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