Dance with a Vampire (Vampire Kisses Series #4) by Ellen Schreiber

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The most important night of the year is drawing near . . . but not without a little trouble from the Underworld

Dullsville's newest night-faring intruder may be only a tween, but Raven knows that Valentine Maxwell, the younger sibling of two nefarious vampires, is a full-size menace. Valentine becomes even more of a threat when he befriends her brother, Billy. Raven must try to shield Billy, even as the biggest excitement of the year approaches: attending prom with her immortal love, Alexander. And while Alexander is one kind of vampire—sweet—Raven soon learns Valentine is another.

Could Valentine somehow know Raven's private thoughts about turning into a vampire?

Children's Literature

In this, the 4th book in the "Vampire Kisses" series, Raven and her vampire boyfriend, Alexander, have run off Jagger and Luna, but now they face a new, and yet frighteningly familiar enemy. Jagger and Luna Maxwell's pre-teen brother, Valentine, has prematurely escaped the confines of his Romanian coffin and is now on the prowl in Dullsville. Valentine's targets seem very specific. He pursues Raven's family, especially her younger brother, Billy. Her parents are enamored of this young man, who is a surprisingly different choice of friend for Billy. Raven and Alexander must go to great lengths to discover Valentine's true motives for being in Dullsville and separate Valentine and Billy before Billy becomes one of the undead. At the same time, Raven struggles with normal teenage challenges—like asking her boyfriend to a school dance. She also faces some not so normal challenges. How can she decorate her locker with pictures of Alexander? Can she leave her family behind to start her life with Alexander, and is that what she really wants? It is an entertaining, quick read for lovers of gothic or vampire stories. It has elements of romance without being too mushy. Reluctant readers will enjoy the novel's fast pace, but may be turned off by the occasional challenging vocabulary.

VOYA

The turbulence continues in the best novel yet of Schreiber's Vampire Kisses series. Raven and Alexander are still inseparable, and Raven is desperate to become a vampire-or so she thinks. But as usual, before they are free to explore their relationship, they have a problem to solve. Valentine, a vampire and "blood reader" who discerns people's thoughts by touching them, has come to Dullsville unbeknownst to his twin siblings, Jagger and Luna, to help them seek revenge on Alexander for a long-ago misunderstanding. Now Valentine has set his sights on Raven's younger brother Billy. In the midst of planning for the prom, Raven and Alexander must also track the elusive Valentine. They finally catch up with him on prom night, just as he is about to sink his fangs into Billy. The novel ends on a juicy but tearful note, when Valentine reveals to a surprised Raven that her nemesis Trevor is actually attracted to her. Alexander, who feels torn about his desire to turn Raven into his vampire mate, sadly tells her that he must leave Dullsville indefinitely in order to deliver Valentine to Jagger and Luna. This novel, like the first three, is never short on laughs and shudders. Alexander is as romantic as ever, and Raven is still delightfully earthy. Schreiber again concocts a lively and suspenseful story that ends on a tantalizing cliffhanger. Fans of the series will be anxious to find out whether Raven's relationship with Alexander will survive.

School Library Journal

Gr 7 Up Sixteen-year-old Raven Madison, Goth-girl extraordinaire, and her vampire boyfriend, Alexander Sterling, are once again saving Dullsville from the undead. The book starts off where the third ended with the sudden appearance of Valentine Maxwell, the younger sibling of evil Jagger and Luna. Maxwell has befriended Raven's younger brother and his best friend, putting them in danger. Until now, Alexander has resisted the idea of turning Raven into a creature of the night; when she realizes that her lifetime dream may become a reality, she gets cold feet and their relationship becomes strained. This novel stands on its own, but is more satisfying if readers are familiar with events in the earlier books. Raven's character continues to develop, and teens will identify with her needs, attitude, and desires. Although the story lacks the intensity of Annette Curtis Klause's The Silver Kiss (1990) and Atwater Rhodes's Demon in My View (2000), Shattered Mirror (2001), and Midnight Predator (2002, all Delacorte), it's a good choice for Goth lovers and fans of romantic vampire stories.-Donna Rosenblum, Floral Park Memorial High School, NY

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Chapter One

Buried

I awoke from a deadly slumber entombed in Alexander's coffin.

Since arriving at the Mansion shortly before Sunday morning's sunrise, I'd been lying next to my vampire boyfriend, Alexander Sterling, as he slept the weekend sunlit hours away, hidden in the closet of his attic room.

This was a dream come true. My first real taste—or in this case, bite—of the vampire lifestyle.

We nestled in my true love's bed—a claustrophobic black wooden casket. I was as blind as any bat; we could have been buried in the deepest recesses of a long-forgotten cemetery. Encased in our compacted quarters, I could easily touch the closed lid above me and brush my elbow against the side wall. The sweet scents of pine and cedar floated around me like incense. I couldn't see anything, not even my own black-fingernailed hand. No sounds were audible from outside the coffin. Not a siren, a bird, or the howling wind. I even lost track of time. I felt like we were the only two people in the world—that nothing existed outside these confining coffin walls.

Blanketed by darkness and a soft-as-a-spider's-web goose-feathered duvet, I was enveloped in Alexander's arctic white arms, my head gently resting against his chest. I felt his warm breath against my cheek. I imagined his deadly pale lids covering his chocolate brown eyes. I playfully fingered his velvet lips and brushed my fingertips over his perfect teeth until I felt one as sharp as a knife.

I tasted my finger for blood. Unfortunately, there was none.

I was so close to being partof Alexander's world—forever.

Or was I?

Though it was Sunday and I was exhausted from having spent the past few weeks protecting my nemesis, Trevor Mitchell, from the fangs of twin vampires, Jagger and Luna Maxwell, I was restless. I couldn't change my sleeping pattern from night to day.

Cuddling close to Alexander and sharing his world, I wanted nothing more than to spend our time kissing, playing, and talking.

But as he slept tranquilly, I could only think of one thing: A preteen vampire had descended upon Dullsville. And his name was Valentine.

The younger brother of the nefarious Nosferatu twins had arisen from his own petite coffin a few days before from somewhere in the vampire world and had been spotted in Dullsville by my brother and his nerd-mate, Henry.

I could only presume what Valentine looked like based on my brother's description: pale skin, pierced ears, black fingernails. I imagined a smaller version of Jagger—cryptic, gaunt, ghastly. How cruel it was that Jagger's sibling was just like him, and mine the polar opposite of me. If only I had been blessed with a ghoulish little brother. We'd have spent our childhood chasing ghosts in Dullsville's cemetery, searching Oakley Woods for creepy spiders, and playing hide-and-shriek in our basement. Instead, I grew up with a brother who'd prefer to dissect square roots alone rather than dissect gummi worms together.

I wondered why Valentine suddenly showed up in the conservative town of Dullsville, far away from his Romanian homeland. Now that Alexander and I were free from the older Maxwell siblings, I'd set forth on a new mission—finding out the eleven-year-old Valentine's whereabouts and motives and keeping him from Billy Boy before it was too late. But during the sunlight hours, my brother and Dullsville were in no danger, so my mind strayed back to the only vampire I felt secure with.

As Alexander and I lay in the dark, entombed and entwined, I stroked his silky black hair.

There was no place for me in the daylight without him. I had accepted the dangers Alexander had so warned me about, but I couldn't spend an eternity in the scorching sun minus my true love. Didn't Alexander know how easily I could adapt to his world, sleeping together in our cozy casket, flying together in the night sky, living in the dusty old Mansion? I wondered what type of vampire I'd be: A gentle dreamer like Alexander or a bloodthirsty menace like Jagger? Either way, since Jagger and Luna had departed from Dullsville, Alexander and I finally had a chance to share our mortal and immortal worlds. However, there could be an obstacle in my way, now that Valentine was in town.

Alexander stirred. He, too, couldn't sleep.

"You're awake," he whispered sweetly. "I'm sure it must be hard for you to adjust your sleep schedule."

I didn't want to admit that I couldn't be the perfect vampiress.

"I can't rest with you so close to me. I feel more alive than ever," I said.

My fingers felt around his smooth face and found his soft lips. I leaned in to kiss him, but my nose accidentally bumped into his.

"I'm sorry," I said with a giggle.

"One of the drawbacks of dating a mortal," he teased, a smile in his voice. "But it's worth it."

"What do you mean?"

Instead of answering, he lightly touched my cheek, sending tingles through my body.

Then he pressed his lips to mine and raced his fingers down my spine. I thought I was going to die. My hair flopped in my face, and he did something I couldn't fathom doing in the dark.

He gently brushed it away.

I gasped.

"How did you know my hair was hanging in my eyes?"

Alexander didn't answer.

"You can see!" I said blindly. "You can see me."

"I'm very lucky," he finally admitted. "You happen to be quite beautiful."

There were so many mysteries to Alexander, I wondered how many more would be revealed to me—and how I could unlock them.

I buried my head in his chest as he gently caressed my back.

"The sun has set," he said matter-of-factly.

"Already? How can you tell?" I asked. "You can see that, too?"

But he didn't answer.

I could hear Alexander lift the coffin lid. He grabbed my hand and I reluctantly rose, standing in total darkness.