The Coffin Club (Vampire Kisses, Book 5)
Ellen Schreiber
Language: English
Pages: 208
ISBN: 0061288861
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
There's a hot new underground club in town . . . but membership lasts an eternity.
It's summer break, and Raven knows she should stay put in Dullsville until her immortal love returns. But when she decides to go after Alexander, she can't resist a visit to her favorite Goth-spot, The Coffin Club. Sneaking inside, Raven is shocked to discover a secret door that leads to the entrance of another hidden club. There's something peculiar about this cryptic hangout—and it's too enticing for Raven to resist. Soon a dangerous battle for the club's rule erupts between Alexander's old nemesis and a mysterious new guy. Can Raven avoid the clash before her curiosity lands her in serious trouble?
desperately wanted to hear their secret conversation and get a handle on who or what this biker was all about. “He doesn’t have any idea about what vampires truly need,” one clubster told the biker. “I think it’s time we do something,” another said. “Before he ruins our plans,” a third added. The purple-haired biker leaned in, out of earshot. The cagey guys were listening to him so intently, I could tell they were as entranced as I was. If the biker was these barbaric clubsters’ leader, I
to the mall with Becky, I’d been dancing with vampires. Immersed in their world versus meeting a few in mine, I got to see what the Underworld was like. Without the threat of mortals, they were free to be themselves. Flirting, drinking, and partying like any other clubster in an alternative club, except one thing—the clientele were immortal bloodsucking vampires. I replayed the night’s events in my mind. I wondered why Jagger had remained in Hipsterville. Wasn’t his time better spent back in
without sandals and a flower in your hair,” I teased. “I figured it was time to get a real job,” she confessed. “I didn’t bother telling your father. I haven’t been working that long and I’ve already taken a half day.” She laughed. “So who knows how much longer it will last.” She started the car and the engine putt-putted as she motored through the historic downtown area. Aunt Libby was such an independent spirit, I felt disappointed and sad that she was giving up her dream. I didn’t want her
climbed onstage and surrounded Jagger’s crew. “One of these is not true vampire blood,” Jagger said, waving the stack in the air. “Here it is!” one of Jagger’s sidekicks hollered like he’d found a winning lottery ticket. Jagger snatched it from his hand. “This one is mortal blood!” he proclaimed. “I told you! Taste it for yourself!” The confused group of immortals was now talking quietly among themselves. “I know who the mortal is!” Jagger declared. The crowd began to skeptically glance
and a spicy Asian meal. “I think I’m getting married!” she suddenly announced. “I’ve been dying to tell you.” “You are?” I asked, surprised. “Congrats! Dad didn’t mention…” “Well, okay, it’s not official or anything. In fact, we haven’t officially gone out yet. I just met him last night.” Aunt Libby’s face flushed bright red. She grabbed a brown hobo purse that was sitting on her paisley futon and pulled out a rainbow-colored beaded wallet. She opened it and presented me with a Renegades