She’s been nominated for several Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Awards, as well as two RITA Awards.
Her books have been featured in several major magazines, including Better Homes & Gardens and Glamour, and her novel Sometimes Naughty, Sometimes Nice was a Cosmopolitan magazine book club pick.
For Lil Marchette, the owner of Manhattan’s premier dating service for vampires (and a dazzling denizen of the dark herself), death is all in a night’s work. I’d been staked and he’d been trying to help me recoup my strength. I paused and made a show of adjusting my shoe (snakeskin Prada stiletto for the record), and gave her my best profile. I stepped off the elevator on the eighth floor and walked into the lobby of KNYC, a local cable network near the NBC studios.
Unfortunately, it’s going to take more than matching up vamps to pay the bills and fund Lil’s cosmetics addiction. Eager to diversify, she signs up for a popular dating show, Manhattan’s Most Wanted (MMW), to pitch her expertise to the perfect target audience–eligible women looking for eligible men. I’d drank from him and since then we’ve had this mental connection thing going on. KNYC was responsible for several homegrown news programs, a handful of talk shows, and the recent reality smash Manhattan’s Most Wanted.
Unfortunately, it’s going to take more than matching up vamps to pay the bills and fund Lil’s cosmetics addiction. All the more reason to push him completely out of my mind and get back on track, right? My gaze collided with hers for a nanosecond and her stats rolled through my head like movie credits (another perk of being a vampire is that I can look into someone’s eyes and read their mind). Gwen peeked around the corner once more, camera poised, and my instincts screamed for me to shift into Super Vamp mode, make like my last client fee, and—poof—disappear. Our species, and the dozens of Others out there, hadn’t survived thousands of years by keeping a high profile. While I wasn’t opposed to giving the woman a few pics so she didn’t go back empty-handed, I hadn’t taken a back alley route for the great scenery.
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!Instantly drawn to the luscious vamp stud, Lil really wants a taste. But as a made vampire, Ty can’t procreate–and Lil will settle for nothing less. Even worse, she soon finds herself heading for MMW’s grand finale (cameras are so not a vamp’s best friend). I, of course, will tell him—as would any female who’d been dumped with not so much as a Later scribbled on a Post-it—to go bite himself. But being a super-intuitive vampere, I didn’t have to see him to know the really important stuff.The race is on as Lil struggles to save Ty (and herself) before all hell breaks loose.“Lil is a likable mix of Bridget Jones, Carrie Bradshaw and Dracula–charming, sweet, stylish, with just a hint of fang.”–Parkersburg News and Sentinel From the Paperback edition. If that wasn’t creepy enough, it was dark out, I was all alone, and I was standing in a smelly alley near Times Square. For me, however, it was just another day in the life of a fantabulous five-hundred-year-old (and hold- ing) born vampire. Countess Lilliana Arrabella Guinevere du Marchette, but my best buds call me Lil. I’ve given up meaningless flings in favor of finding my eternity mate, settling down, and propagating the species. At least that was the revenge fantasy I was currently tuning into. I should get a life (or an afterlife in my case) and forget all about him. Namely, he actually had a job and decent looks, otherwise he’d be telling fortunes on Coney Island instead of on television.
The race is on as Lil struggles to save Ty (and herself) before all hell breaks loose.