It bit: New York hotels cost an arm and a leg, and Terri had flown from England to help plan her cousin's wedding. The new in-laws offered lodging. But they were a weird bunch. There was the sometimes-chipper-sometimes-brooding Lucern, and the wacky stage-actor, Vincent. (She couldn't imagine Broadway casting a hungrier singing-and-dancing Dracula.). And then there was Bastien. Just looking into his eyes, Terri had to admit she was falling for him - someone even taller, darker and hungrier than the other two. She was feeling a mite peckish herself. And if she stayed with him, those bloodsucking hotel owners wouldn't get her!
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When it comes to marriage, it often seems that the woman does all the work, and all the man has to do is show up. They rarely have to fuss over floral arrangements or worry about things like those little tissue flowers for the cars. I decided it was time to dump the problem in a man's lap. So I dumped that and a lot more - including the maid-of-honor -- in the lap of a four hundred year old vampire named Bastien. Then I waited to see what he would do about it. Actually, he handled it pretty well.