The Reformed Vampire Support Group
'If being a vampire were easy, there wouldn't have to be a Reformed Vampire Support Group.'
Nina became a vampire in 1973, when she was fifteen, and she hasn't aged a day since then. But she hasn't had any fun either, because her life is so sickly and boring.
It becomes even worse when one of the other vampires in her therapy group is staked by a mysterious slayer. Threatened with extinction, she and her fellow vampires decide to hunt down the culprit. Trouble is, they soon find themselves up against some gun-toting werewolf traffickers who'll stop at nothing.
Can a bunch of feeble couch potatoes win a fight like this? Or is there more to your average vampire than meets the eye?
'This book offers a clever and comical look at what is usually a spooky subject, and manages to deliver round after round of laughs.' - Niall, 16
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