Fashionably Dead (Hot Damned Series #1) By: Robyn Peterman
Vampyres don’t exist. They absolutely do not exist. At least I didn’t think they did ‘til I tried to quit smoking and ended up Undead. Who in the hell did I screw over in a former life that my getting healthy equates with dead? Now I’m a Vampyre. Yes, we exist whether we want to or not. However, I have to admit, the perks aren’t bad. My girls no longer jiggle, my ass is higher than a kite and the latest Prada keeps finding its way to my wardrobe. On the downside, I’m stuck with an obscenely profane Guardian Angel who looks like Oprah and a Fairy Fighting Coach who’s teaching me to annihilate like the Terminator. To complicate matters, my libido has increased to Vampyric proportions and my attraction to a hotter than Satan’s underpants killer rogue Vampyre is not only dangerous . . . it’s possibly deadly. For real dead. Permanent death isn’t on my agenda. Avoiding him is my only option. Of course, since he thinks I’m his, it’s easier said than done. Like THAT’S not enough to deal with, all the other Vampyres think I’m some sort of Chosen One. Holy Hell, if I’m in charge of saving an entire race of blood suckers, the Undead are in for one hell of a ride.
I’m not a huge fan of clothes so I never love books with main characters constantly drooling over certain designers. Oddly enough I love watching Project Runway, but whatever.
Other than a huge obsession with Prada and a need to describe every outfit she puts on, I liked Astrid. She was strong, wasn’t stupid, and was incredibly loyal to her friends and family.
The world was interesting, however I did think some things weren’t thought through. Astrid was trying to stop smoking so she goes to get hypnotized and is then turned into a vampire. She then isn’t able to smoke because she no longer can breath and yet she sure talks a lot.
Oh well. I don’t require science in my fantasy.
The book was compelling and I’m intrigued enough to continue on to the next.