Rule #1: Never get involved with someone who won't be there for you when the sun comes up. Once bitten, twice shy, and sexy PI Jackie Morrisey wasn't going there again. Vincent Argeneau may be the hottest guy she's ever met, living or dead, but she's here to stop a killer from turning this vampire into dust, not to jump into bed with him. Rule #2: Never kiss a vampire . . . it can be a pain in the neck. Okay, so Vincent's had four hundred years to perfect his kissing skills, and he does look rather tempting when he runs around the house shirtless. He's also charming, protective . . . did we mention he can kiss? Jackie needs to be on her guard, or else she'll have to come up with a new rule: If you're going to fall in love with a vampire, make sure it's a bite to remember. Vincent Argeneau, cousin of the Canadian Argeneaus from Single White Vampire (2003) and Love Bites (2004), has had to shut down all his stage productions because a saboteur's actions are escalating, and he fears that someone will be killed. Cast members have been injured and others are quitting, and everyone acting in a New York production has come down with anemia. Bastien Argeneau sends PI Jackie Morrisey and her assistant, Tiny McGraw, to help. Jackie, who previously had a bad relationship with a vampire, has no personal interest in Vincent but realizes that he is in danger. Vincent discovers that Jackie is his lifemate but knows that she has an antipathy toward immortals. When Jackie is captured by the saboteur, she bites her vampire assailant's wrist and accidentally swallows blood, thus beginning the transformation to immortal. This enjoyable combination of mystery, paranormal fantasy, and romance will appeal to readers who relish cozy vampire stories featuring characters with a true nobility of spirit. Diana Tixier Herald Copyright © American Library Association. All rights reserved Rule #1: Never get involved with someone who won't be there for you when the sun comes up. Once bitten, twice shy, and sexy PI Jackie Morrisey wasn't going there again. Vincent Argeneau may be the hottest guy she's ever met, living or dead, but she's here to stop a killer from turning this vampire into dust, not to jump into bed with him. Rule #2: Never kiss a vampire . . . it can be a pain in the neck. Okay, so Vincent's had four hundred years to perfect his kissing skills, and he does look rather tempting when he runs around the house shirtless. He's also charming, protective . . . did we mention he can kiss? Jackie needs to be on her guard, or else she'll have to come up with a new rule: If you're going to fall in love with a vampire, make sure it's a bite to remember. Lynsay Sands  is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Argeneau/Rogue Hunter vampire series, as well as numerous historical romances and anthologies. She’s been writing since grade school and considers herself incredibly lucky to be able to make a career out of it. Her hope is that readers can get away from their everyday stress through her stories, and if there are occasional uncontrollable fits of laughter, that’s just a big bonus. A Bite to Remember By Lynsay Sands HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. Copyright © 2006 Lynsay Sands All right reserved. ISBN: 006077407X Chapter One "Vincent? Are you there? If you're there, pick upthe phone." Vincent Argeneau forced one eyelid upward and peered around the dark room. His home office, he saw, managing to make out the shape of his desk by the sliver of light coming through the door cracked open to the hallway. He'd fallen asleep on the couch in his office. "Vincent?" "Yeah?" He sat up and glanced around for the owner of that voice, then realized it was coming through his answering machine on the desk. Giving his head a shake, Vincent got to his feet and stumbled across the room. He snatched up the cordless phone, dropped into his desk chair, and growled, "Bastien?" "Vincent? Sorry to wake you, cousin. I waited as late as I could before calling." Vincent grunted and leaned back in the chair, running his free hand over his face. "What time is it?" "Five P.M. here in New York. I guess that makes it about two there in L.A.," Bastien said apologetically. "Two," Vincent muttered. No wonder he was exhausted. He'd been up until 9 A.M. dealing with phone calls, then had drawn the blackout curtains in the room and lain down on the couch here rather than go to his bed. He hadn't wanted to miss Bastien's call. "Are you awake?" "Yeah." Vincent scrubbed his hand over his face again, then reached out to turn on his desk lamp. Blinking in the increased light, he said, "I'm up. Were you able to get a hold of that private detective company you said was so good?" "That's why I couldn't call any later than this. They're on their way. In fact, their plane was scheduled to land at LAX fifteen minutes ago." "Jesus!" Vincent sat up abruptly in his seat. "That was fast." "Jackie doesn't waste time. I explained t