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352 pages, Paperback
First published September 10, 2012
In all my books, movies and TV shows, I'd never heard of something becoming undead through being hit by a vampire's car. Not even in fanfic.
I fidgeted with my lip gloss, looking down. There was no way that I could tell Mum that I already knew exactly who Ebon was. It was obvious.
Three words:
My.
Soul.
Mate.
All the signs pointed to it. He was the first vampire I’d ever met. He’d saved me from certain death, kind of. He had unlikely hair, an exotic history, an unbelievably sexy accent, and, for God’s sake, leather trousers. It was inevitable. I was going to go down there and fall madly in love.
This sucked.
[...] I totally did not need to add eternal love to my towering stack of problems. Sure, it was likely to all come out okay in the end, but there were bound to be misunderstandings and fights and long brooding fits punctuated by fiery glances. And I’d probably find myself gazing longingly at him when I should be scanning the treetops for paper-clip-wielding maniacs.

“Die, foul fiend,” he snarled, charging once more.
“Foul fiend?” I said, nearly getting clipped by the blade due to disbelief. I rolled to pick up a few more paperclips. “Did you actually just say that, like, non-ironically?”
Anyone looking at my teeth wouldn’t immediately think “vampire,” just “typically awful British dentistry.”
Crap. Three years of braces down the drain.
My stalker didn’t move. He was so utterly still, I would never have seen him if it hadn’t been for that one slight, startled jerk of his head. He stayed motionless as my fingers walked along the line of my books, motionless as I drew one out…
And then he did move, because my hardcover copy of Breaking Dawn whacked him full in the face, with all my vampiric strength propelling it.