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Rogues & Remarkable Women

Excerpt of Bad Blood by Mari Mancusi


Blood Coven #4
Berkley Jam
January 2010
On Sale: January 5, 2010
Featuring: Sunny McDonald; Magnus; Jane Johnson
240 pages
ISBN: 0425232646
EAN: 9780425232644
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Young Adult Paranormal, Fantasy Urban

Also by Mari Mancusi:

Dragon Ops, May 2020
Hardcover / e-Book
Smoked, September 2015
Paperback / e-Book
Shattered, September 2014
Hardcover / e-Book
Scorched, September 2013
Hardcover / e-Book
Blood Forever, September 2012
Trade Size / e-Book
Soul Bound, March 2012
Paperback / e-Book
Blood Ties, August 2011
Night School, January 2011
Trade Size / e-Book
Gamer Girl, July 2010
Bad Blood, January 2010
Gamer Girl, November 2008
Girls That Growl, October 2007
Stake That!, December 2006
Trade Size
Boys That Bite, April 2006
Trade Size / e-Book
Sk8er Boy, October 2005

Excerpt of Bad Blood by Mari Mancusi

I can't believe it's the first day of school already. Seems like the summer flew by.

Sure, technically I don't have to go to school anymore. After all, I'm an immortal vampire. Part of the Coven. I could just collapse on a velvet couch and sip blood cocktails from a crystal goblet. But at the same time, if I'm going to live thousands of years, I figure I might as well spend a few finishing high school. Get myself an education. After all, I've met more than a few undead dropouts and they're dreadfully dull at dinner parties.

Not to mention if I want to stay living with Mom and Sunny I've got to keep up the normal teenager act.

Still, as I walk down the halls of Oakridge High, dressed in a black lacy Lolita dress, fishnets, and platform boots, swinging my Beatlejuice lunchbox, I wonder if this really was such a good idea. I mean, it's so obvious I don't fit in here with the rest of the Mean Girls and jock boys. I watch them, as if a fly on the wall, as they excitedly greet each other, first day of school style. The trend slaves in their brightly colored back-to-the-eighties horizontal striped shirts, belts and leggings. The retro grunger girls in their shapeless dresses worn over bellbottom pants. The preps in their boot cut denim and fitted collar shirts. Everyone has a style that suits their clique. Maybe in a bigger school there'd be others that look like me. Not here though. Oakridge High sucks.

Not that I care. I am who I am. And I don't need 3,000 MySpace friends to validate my existence on this planet.

"Ooh, look! It's freak girl!"

I do however, need to be left alone.

I turn around to see which Oakridge Clone is trying to feel better about her own sorry existence by poking fun at mine. My eyes fall on a cluster of cheerleaders, staring at me from across the hall. Of course.

Of all the losers at Oakridge High, cheerleaders have to be the worst. With their sickly sweet fake smiles, swishy skirts, and bouncy, sun-kissed (aka highlighted from the muddy brown color they were born with) blonde hair, cheerleaders think they're God's gift to high schools. They expect worship from guys, girls, even teachers. And they get it. And if one isn't interested in falling on their knees to kiss their perfectly sculpted asses, they might as well catch leprosy. The cheerleaders will guarantee them social outcast status for the rest of the year.

"Hey freak girl!" calls another cheerleader. They all look alike to me. "I thought vampires couldn't walk around during the day."

I roll my eyes. Of course she has no idea I really AM a vampire. She's making a clever assumption based on the fact I'm not wearing a stitch of pink.

"Of course we can," I retort back. "How else can we sink our teeth into succulent virgins such as yourself--oh wait! I'm sorry, I must have been thinking of someone else. Someone who HASN'T banged the whole football team."

The girl's eyes narrow. "You'd better watch yourself, Freak Girl." Yup, that's her oh-so-clever comeback. No denial either, I note.

"Oh yeah?" I grin saucily, sauntering up to their gang with my most confident steps. "How come?"

"Because if you don't, I'll kick your skanky vampire ass."

I let out an overly loud laugh. Gotta let them know I'm not afraid. "You and what army?"

Excerpt from Bad Blood by Mari Mancusi
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