title: A Quick Bite (Argeneau Vampires, Book 1)
author:  Lynsay Sands 
description: Sexy blond Lissianna Argeneau takes center stage in Sands's disappointing new entry in her popular Argeneau series (<I>Single White Vampire</I>, etc.) about a Canadian vampire family. For Lissianna's 30th birthday, her mother brings her what she considers the perfect birthday present: a psychologist, Greg Hewitt, who can cure her fear of the sight of blood so she can feed off blood-bank bags like a civilized vampire rather than from random humans. The night doesn't go as planned when Lissianna takes a romantic liking to the good doctor. Worse, the clan has trouble controlling his "strong mind" and erasing his memory of the family, putting their secret in jeopardy. Though the love scenes hit an erotic high note, the quick courtship between Lissianna and Greg is serviceable at best, and the first half of the thin plot moves like molasses as Lissianna explains... and explains... to Greg how the vampire race operates. In addition, lines like "They were all looking just as blank as she felt" can make for a clunky read. <BR>Copyright &copy; Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  Vampire, Interrupted
  
  
  
  
  
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  Lynsay Sands
  
  
  
  
  
  Argeneau Family – Book 9
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  For Dave, thanks for all the help, Mr. Spice.
  
  
  
  
  
  And special thanks to Daniela Brodner for help with naming Lissianna's baby.
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Chapter One
  
  
  Marguerite wasn't sure what woke her, a sound perhaps, or the crack of light
  from the bathroom being momentarily blocked, or maybe it was simply an
  instinct for survival that dragged her from sleep. Whatever caused it, she was
  alert and tense when she blinked her eyes open and spotted the dark shape
  above her. Someone stood at the side of the bed, looming like death. That
  thought had barely formed in her mind when the dark shape used both hands to
  raise something overhead. Recognizing the action from her youth when
  broadswords and weapons of its ilk were more common, Marguerite reacted
  instinctively, rolling abruptly to the side as the assailant's arms started
  their downward swing.
  
  
  She heard the we