PRAISE FOR THE PARANORMALCY TRILOGY
“The most imaginative vampire/werewolf/supernatural series going.”
—Newsday
“Strong characters, a clever premise, and a hilarious voice all team up to make Paranormalcy the most refreshing paranormal debut of the year.”
LISA MCMANN
New York Times bestselling author of the Wake trilogy
“A fast, flirty roller coaster of a ride. This story was everything I hoped for—sassy, light-hearted and downright scary. Oh, bleep! I’m in love!”
BECCA FITZPATRICK
New York Times bestselling author of Hush, Hush
“Paranormalcy seduced me. The two sexy paranormals who vie for Evie’s affections each had their own victory; one won Evie’s heart and the other won mine.”
APRILYNNE PIKE
#1 New York Times bestselling author of Wings
“The perfect blend of light and dark. Even as the stakes rose higher, Paranormalcy’s narrator, Evie, kept a smile on my face with her cunning wit. I can’t wait for more!”
CARRIE RYAN
New York Times bestselling author of The Forest of Hands and Teeth
“With its ghoul-fighting heroine rocking peep-toe heels, Supernaturally is the perfect mix of kick butt and kawaii (super cute). A delicious, dangerous treat!”
KIRSTEN MILLER
New York Times bestselling author of The Eternal Ones
“White shows the technique and polish of a pro in this absorbing romance, which comes closer than most to hitting the Buffy mark.”
—Publishers Weekly (starred review)
“This witty novel hilariously challenges notions of dreamy vampires, along with many other common assumptions about paranormals. The romance is keenly realistic, and Evie herself is a memorable character.”
—BCCB
“A tasty bonbon for those who like their romance mixed with supernatural adventures.”
—Kirkus Reviews
—did you—You just yawned!” The vampire’s arms, raised over his head in the classic Dracula pose, dropped to his sides. He pulled his exaggerated white fangs back behind his lips. “What, imminent death isn’t exciting enough for you?”
“Oh, stop pouting. But, really, the widow’s peak? The pale skin? The black cape? Where did you even get that thing, a costume store?”
He raised himself to his full height and glared icily down at me. “I’m going to suck the life from your pretty white neck.”
I sighed. I hate the vamp jobs. They think they’re so suave. It’s not enough for them to slaughter and eat you like a zombie would. No, they want it to be all sexy, too. And, trust me: vampires? Not. Sexy. I mean, sure, their glamours can be pretty hot, but the dry-as-bone corpse bodies shimmering underneath? Nothing attractive there. Not that anyone else can see them, though.
He hissed. Just as he reached for my neck, I tased him. I was there to bag and tag, not to kill. Besides, if I had to carry separate weapons for every paranormal I took out, I’d be dragging around a full luggage set. Tasers are a one-size-fits-all paranormal butt-kicking option. Mine’s pink with rhinestones. Tasey and I have had a lot of good times together.
The vamp twitched on the ground, unconscious. He looked kind of pathetic now; I almost felt bad for him. Imagine your grandpa. Now imagine your grandpa minus fifty pounds plus two hundred years. That’s who I’d just electrified.
Tasey’s work done, I reholstered her and pulled out the vamp-specific ankle bracelet. I placed my index finger in the middle of the smooth black surface. After a few seconds it glowed green. Grabbing the vamp’s ankle, I pulled his pants leg up to reveal the skin. I hated looking at these guys and seeing their pure white, smooth skin at the same time as their shriveled corpse bodies. I clamped the tracker on, and it adjusted to the circumference of his ankle. Two soft hisses sounded as the sensors activated and shot into his flesh. His eyes flew open.
“Ouch!” He grabbed at his ankle, and I backed up a few steps. “What is this?”
“You’re under arrest under statute three point seven of the International Paranormal Containment Agreement, Vampire Protocol. You are required to report to the nearest processing facility in Bucharest. If you fail to report within the next twelve hours, you will be—”
He lunged for me. Sidestepping, I let him trip over a low gravestone. “I’ll kill you!” he hissed, trying to pick himself up off the ground.