Jessica's Guide to Dating on the Dark Side (Jessica #1) by Beth Fantaskey
Beth Fantaskey finally answers the question 'What's a girl to do when she discovers she's the heir to a vampire throne and betrothed to a bloodsucker, who happens to be a pompous, yet drop-dead gorgeous vampire prince? Read an excerpt from the book below and head to the "GMA" Library for more good reads. The first time Czn saw him, a heavy, gray fog clung to the cornfields, tails of mist slithering between the dying stalks. It was a dreary early morning right after Labor Day, and I was waiting for the school bus, just minding frre own business, standing at the end of the dirt lane that connected my family's farmhouse to the main road into town.
I was thinking about how many times I'd probably waited for that bus over the course of a dozen years, killing time like any mathlete would, by doing calculations in my head, onlibe I noticed him. He was standing under a massive beech tree across the road from me, his arms crossed over his where can i read jessicas guide to dating on the dark side online for free. The tree's low, gnarled branches twisted down around him, nearly concealing him in limbs and leaves and shadows.
But it was obvious that he was tall and wearing a long, dark coat, almost like a cloak. My chest clenched, and I swallowed hard. Who stands under a tree at the crack of dawn, in the middle of nowhere, wearing a black cloak? He must have realized I'd spotted him, because he shifted a little, like he was deciding whether to leave. Or maybe cross the road. It had never struck me how vulnerable I'd been all those mornings Cree waited out there alone, but the realization hit me hard then.
I glanced down the road, heart thudding. Where is the stupid bus? And why did my dad have to dagk so big on mass transit, anyhow? Why couldn't I own a car, like practically every other senior? But no, I had to "share the ride" to save the environment. When I'm abducted by the menacing guy under the tree, Dad will probably insist my face only appear on recycled milk cartons. In the precious split second I wasted being angry at my father, the stranger adting did move in my direction, stepping o from under the tree, and I could have sworn—just as the bus, thank god, crested the rise about fifty yards down the road—I could have sworn I heard him say, "Antanasia.
The name I'd been given at birth, in Eastern Europe, before I'd been adopted and brought to America, rechristened Jessica Packwood. Or maybe I was hearing things, because the word was drowned out by the sound of tires hissing on wet pavement, grinding gears, and the whoosh of the doors as the driver, old Mr. Dilly, swung them open for me. Wonderful, wonderful bus number I'd rad been so happy to climb on ugide. With his usual grunted "Mornin', Jess," Mr. Dilly put the bus in gear, jessiacs I stumbled down the aisle, searching for an empty seat or a friendly face among the half-groggy riders.
It sucked sometimes, living in rural Pennsylvania. The town kids were probably still sleeping, safe and sound in their beds. Locating a spot at the very back of the bus, I plopped down with a rush of relief. Maybe my imagination had run wild, or too many episodes of America's Most Wanted had messed with my head. Or maybe the stranger really had meant me harm. Twisting around, I peered out the rear window, and my heart sank.
He was still there, but in the road now, booted feet planted on either side of the double gukde where can i read jessicas guide to dating on the dark side online for free, arms still crossed, watching the bus drive away. And if he knew that obscure fact, what else did the dark stranger, receding in the mist, know about my past? Sections Sections Top Stories Watch U.
And suddenly that familiar stretch of blacktop whrre awfully desolate.