“And what? Accidentally cuts off three fingers postmortem? ‘Oops, oh, no, my girlfriend just died! Clumsy me, in trying to perform CPR, I chopped off some fingers! Guess I’ll just take them with me…. Oh, darn, where did that middle finger go?” ― Barry Lyga, I Hunt Killers
(OK, Fine, FINE! The quote has nothing to do with the story line. But hey, it’s funny, right? Right? Oh well. It must just be me. Snort.)
After spending last night (and let’s face it – all morning as well before I fell over and finally slept) with a book filled with tension I wanted to
read something ‘light and fluffy’ to come down off the ‘high’ of having my eyes glued to the page all night. Julia Mills’ Vidalia: A ‘Not-Quite’ Vampire Love Story seemed right up my alley for a light read. I added the books to my tablet the other day after receiving a note from her that the books were now on KU to be read for free. Of course, ‘book’ is a bit too strong. This is a 13,000 word short, just right to read over my tea and bagel out on the porch (hooray… no snow today!)
Vidalia is the heiress to the Vidalia onion fortune, but she isn’t like any heiress I have had the pleasure to read before. A medical examiner in Buckhead Georgia, Vidalia is a true ‘Southern Lady’ through and through. Well, except for the fact that she is ‘not-quite’ a vampire. You see, her granddaddy was a philanderer, just like so many “Southern Gentlemen.” (Cough.) Of course, he should have kept it in his pants instead of sticking it into a thousand year old gypsy/vampire saloon dancer. Oops. Being cursed as a vampire (who can’t grow fangs, hence the ‘not-quite’ in the title) is rather embarrassing for a genteel Southern lady, but hey, she is living with it quite nicely overall, especially with her handsome cop (vampire) boyfriend hanging around. Until the bodies start dropping (literally) from high-rises, drained of blood and with their throats slit.
The story is quick, often humorous, and I truly liked Vidalia. A quick, relaxing, fun read that was just the ticket over breakfast!