Time for my tour stop with MTMC Tours to talk about I’m With The Banned At All Marlene Perez!
If you need a spooky but humorous book for your October tbr, you’re going to want this series 😍👌🏻 witches & vampires are back! This sequel takes off after book one where Tansy gets stuck on a road trip with a band of (literal) vampires. I’ve got an excerpt for you below plus there’s an INTL giftcard giveaway over on my instagram. Go seeee!
Thanks to MTMC Tours & Entangled Teen for having me!
I never wanted to be a vampire queen. But on the bright (if not sunny) side of the debacle, I’ve got a super-hot new boyfriend. And he just might be the perfect guy. Well, if the perfect guy ghosts you for a month and then comes back to school with a new look, a pack of friends, and a secret. But we have bigger problems.
The Drainers are back. They’re singing a different song, but have they really changed?
Even worse, werewolves’ hearts are being ripped from their bodies—which is putting the people I love in danger. I need to figure out who is behind the murders before there’s an all-out vampire-werewolf war.
No one is going to mess with my friends, even the ones who like to get wild and howl at the moon.
Sometimes, all a girl can do is grab her tiara and start kicking some supernatural ass…
Marlene Perez is the author of paranormal and urban fantasy books, including the best-selling DEAD IS series for teens. The first book in the series, DEAD IS THE NEW BLACK, was named an ALA Quick Pick for Reluctant Young Adult Readers as well as an ALA Popular Paperback. DEAD IS JUST A RUMOR was on VOYA’s 2011 Best Science Fiction, Horror, & Fantasy List. Her novels have been featured in Girl’s Life, Seventeen, and Cosmopolitan. The AFTERLIFE OF THE PARTY, a teen vampire novel, will be released September 22, 2020. She grew up in Story City, Iowa and is the youngest of twelve children. She lives in Orange County, California with her husband and children. Website | Instagram | Goodreads | Twitter
I was getting better at taming the monster inside me, at least in public, but my gangs would descend involuntarily when I got angry or upset.
I had high hopes that today would be fang free. I might even go as far as to say it was going to be a great day. I would see Vaughn, who was finally back from Texas.
I hummed as I waited for him at the lockers. We hadn’t talked much while he was gone, but I knew he had been busy training. And a vampire queen constantly checking in on her boyfriend while he’s off learning how to be a vampire hunter? That would be as clingy as Saran Wrap.
The warning bell rang, but Vaughn still didn’t show up. My good mood deflated faster than a popped birthday balloon.
“What’s wrong?” Skyler asked, slamming her locker door shut.
I didn’t want to sound like I’d been just hanging around waiting for my boyfriend, even though I clearly had been.
“I miss sunshine and the water and spending the whole day at the beach,” I said as we started walking to class. “We live in California. Beach time is practically the law.”
“You miss Vaughn, huh?” my best friend asked. “It feels like he’s been gone forever,” I said. No use trying to hide my worry now. “And it’s not like him to skip the first day.”
“He probably just overslept or something,” she said.
“Maybe,” I replied, but I wasn’t convinced.
“You should take the opportunity to remind Vaughn what he missed,” she replied. She wiggled her brows as we took our seats in the classroom.
“What’s with the eyebrows?” “Just remind him what he left behind when he went to Texas.”
I flinched at the reminder that he had left me behind. I knew she wasn’t trying to hurt me, but the comment stung.
“How exactly am I supposed to do that?” Again with the eyebrows. “Skyler,” I chided. So much had happened between Vaughn and me. We’d spent the summer chasing a vampire rock band—and it wasn’t to get their autographs—but somewhere during all the chaos, Vaughn and I had gone from friends to a couple.
Vaughn Sheridan was my boyfriend. The thought still brought a smile to my face.
“Senior year is looking up,” I said.
Class started before Skyler could respond to me, but Ms. Ferrell’s lecture on nineteenth-century poets was quickly interrupted when the classroom door opened. Principal Townsend stepped inside and cleared her throat.
“Sorry to disturb you, but we have two new students joining us today, Rose and Thorn…Assassin.” She paused. “Unusual last name.”
Someone in the back row choked on a laugh.
What the hell? Skyler mouthed to me.
My sentiments exactly. What were two vampire hunters doing at my high school?
Rose and Thorn were identical twins who, at first glance, looked nothing alike. Rose’s hair was pink, and Thorn’s was black. The blue highlights were new, though. Rose wore floral dresses and looked like woodland creatures would do her laundry, while Thorn preferred leggings and leather jackets and looked like she’d hunt and eat those woodland creatures for breakfast. Rose’s weapon of choice was poison, and Thorn’s was her pointy dagger.
I eyed her up and down as she strode across the room; I had no doubt the blade was concealed on her somewhere.
When Ms. Ferrell turned her back to us to write something on the board, Thorn glared at the guy at the desk in front of me until he got out of his seat, then took his place. He shot her a look that was part confused, part annoyed, before finding an empty desk in the back of the room.
“You are not enrolled here,” I hissed at her.
“My queen, I hate to contradict you, but yes, we are,” Rose whispered. She was sitting right behind me.
Queen. Whenever someone used that word to describe me, my body felt as though I’d guzzled about a thousand cups of coffee.
I wasn’t 100 percent certain whether the sisters were my friend or foe. They’d been helpful this summer, but I could never be too sure where their loyalties were.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
“In English Literature?” Rose sounded confused.
“Why are you at my school?”
“We go where you go,” Thorn said. “Until further notice.”
“For your protection.”
Great. So now I had two bodyguards I hadn’t asked for.
I waited until Ms. Ferrell had turned her attention to the other side of the room before whispering, “You can’t kill anybody. Not unless you absolutely have to.”
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