Undead And Unwelcome: A Queen Betsy Novel by Maryjanice DavidsonUndead And Unwelcome: A Queen Betsy Novel by Maryjanice Davidson

Undead And Unwelcome: A Queen Betsy Novel

byMaryjanice Davidson

Mass Market Paperback | April 27, 2010

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Suburban housewife and vampire queen Betsy Taylor makes an alarming discovery: her half-sister is truly the Devil's daughter, and she can't wait to raise hell.
MaryJanice Davidson is the New York Times bestselling author of the Undead novels featuring Betsy Taylor; Derik's Bane, and the new young adult novels featuring Jennifer Scales, written with her husband, Anthony Alongi, among other titles.
Title:Undead And Unwelcome: A Queen Betsy NovelFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:304 pages, 6.69 × 4.15 × 0.79 inPublished:April 27, 2010Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0515147923

ISBN - 13:9780515147926


Rated 3 out of 5 by from 3 -5 Easy read, entertaining series so far.
Date published: 2014-03-29
Rated 4 out of 5 by from 3 -5 The book started off with a brief summary of the previous book and what happen at the end. This book is the story of the consequences from the previous book characters tragedy. I mostly enjoyed it because of the crossed over with the werewolves. Babyjon's power and the queen cajones standing up and defending herself and telling it like it is.
Date published: 2014-03-05
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Not as good as the rest of the series After the events of Undead and Unworthy (book 7), Betsy finds herself in a tense situation. Returning the body of Antonia the werewolf to her Pack, isn't exactly the Vampire King and Queen's idea of a good time. But politics aren't always fun, so Betsy and Eric head to Cape Cod in attempt to make peace with the Werewolves. While events are unfolding on the Cape, things back home are spiralling out of control for Marc. Laura has slipped a little to the dark side, and without the Vamps around to help him Marc is left with a desperate situation. The first part of Undead and Unwelcome seems to be mostly a recap of what happened in book 7. There's quite a bit of explaining who all the characters are and an endless amount of retelling the story of Antonias death. Personally, I think by book 8 in the series it's time to stop with the endless exposition. (If people want to get caught up they should read some of the earlier books. Fans already know who everyone is.) Things do pick up in the second half of the book when the story finally starts to move forward, but I wouldn't call this one of the more eventful Betsy stories. And there's a definite lack of character development. Much of the story occurs during internal dialogue from Betsy and Marc, while Sinclair and Jessica barely even have lines. There is some interesting development with BabyJohn, which I enjoyed, but not a lot else happens in this outing. Definitely one of the slower stories in the Betsy series, I think Undead and Unwelcome would have worked better as a short story with all the repetition cut out.
Date published: 2010-10-05

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Chapter 1So, if I’m reading this correctly, you’re avampire now. Not a secretary.”“Not an administrative assistant,” I correctedautomatically. I mean, jeez! I knew Cooper wasold and creaky, but what century did he think wewereliving in? (Or in my case, dying in and thenreliving?) “The important bit,” Cooper went on, “is aboutthe vampire.”“Well, yeah.” “And how you’re the queen of them.” I sighed and flopped into an airplane seat. I examinedthe toes of my navy blue Cole Haan Penny AirLoafers . . . not a scratch so far. “I guess some peoplewould consider that an important point. The queenthing.” “It’s bulleted and boldfaced. Also, the date ofyour death is in italics, along with how you don’thave to urinate anymore.”“My pee or the lack thereof is nobody’s business!”I gnashed my teeth and added, “Give me that.” I snatched the memo away from Cooper soquickly, he didn’t see my hand move until his wrinklyfingers wereclutching air. This startled himinto a gasp, which we then both pretended I hadn’theard. That, I was learning, was vampire etiquette.Or, that is, vampire etiquette when dealing withhumans. I’d finally figured it out after three years ofbeing undead. There should be a class, you know. Vampire EtiquetteWhen Dealing with Humans 101. In anotherfifty years, I could teach the stupid thing. I scanned the memo, my eyes bulging so muchthey felt like they weretrying to leap from myskull. Cooper hadn’t been kidding. Jessica had senthim a memo detailing my bodily functions. Twopages! To: Samuel Cooper.From: The Boss.Re: Betsy, Vampirism, and Cargo. Cargo? My gut churned. And the part about me being the vampire queenwas bulleted. “I can’tbelieve she sent you a memo.” “She always does. And I send ’em to her. Increasingfuel costs, licensing issues, route changes. Youknow how expensive fuel’s getting now that China’sbuying all the oil? The E.M. ain’t cheap, you know.”The E.M.: Jessica’s private joke. It stood for EmancipatedMinor. “And she sends her memos to me to keep me inthe loop, don’t you know. Seems this one’s a littlelate, though,” he muttered. “ ‘Creepy speed and unnaturally grotesque super-strength’?”Aghast, I kept reading as other blechyphrases leaped out at me. “ ‘Still obsessed withshoes but married rich and can now actually affordthe stupid things’? That scrawny traitor, I’m goingto—agh!‘Immortality hasn’t given her any interestin any topic she cannot refer to in the first person.’Why, that—okay,I can’treally argue with that lastone, but she didn’t have to highlight it. Look! It’shighlighted.” “So is ‘extreme narcissistic tendencies.’ In anycase, I’m to fly you to Cape Cod, so you can meetwith the King of the Werewolves and make sure hedoesn’tsic his pack on you.” “I think it’s pronounced Pack.” Cooper heard the capital P and nodded. “Right.This Pack, they’re pretty ticked? Because of that littlegal Antonia?” I nibbled on the inside of my lip, distressed, asalways, by any mention of Antonia. It had only beena week. It didn’t still sting, as much as feel like a lateralslice through the liver. See, poor Antonia was making the trip with us—inthe cargo hold, as all corpses flew. In a plain woodencoffin, the lethal bullet holes all over her skull stillnot filled in by an undertaker. My husband, Sinclair,and I had no idea what werewolf funeral customsentailed, so we’d given orders that her body simplybe placed in a coffin and loaded onto Jessica’s privateplane. We didn’t even wash her beautiful, dear face. But that was nothing compared to what we didwith Garrett’s body. “Look, Cooper, the important thing is now youknow what you’re getting into. So if you can’tfly usout there, or if you think you—” “Bite your tongue, miss. Or missus, I suppose. I’vebeen flying for Jessica Wilson since she was sevenyears old, don’t you know, and we’vehad hairy daysand we’vehad hairy days.” “Cooper, I never, ever want to hear about yourhair.” He ignored me. It was just as well. “I’ve seenand heard things—nevermind, that’s private familybusiness.” “Oh, come on, we’rebest friends. I mean, Jessicaand me.” I didn’t know if Cooper had any friends.“There’s no way you know stuff that I don’t—” Cooper ruthlessly interrupted my shamelessscrounging for gossip. “This doesn’tscare me.” Henodded at the memo, inadvertently crumpled inmy fist. “But I surely wish Miss Jessica had told meearlier.” He meant, of course, “Like, how about before Iflew you and the vampire king to New York City foryour honeymoon, dumbass?” But Cooper neither a)freaked out, nor b) quit. And thank God, becausefinding another private pilotat this hour would havebeen a bitch. “You got a problem with the boss?” I asked.“Take it up with the boss. What I want to know is,are we still leaving at eight o’clock?”Because if weweren’t,I (and probably my husband) was going tobe in big trouble with seventy-fivethousand werewolves.I held my breath, remembered for the thousandthtime I didn’t have to breathe anyway, andwaited for his answer.