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? “A good choice for Goth lovers and fans of romantic vampire stories.” - School Library Journal “Never short on laughs and shudders…Schreiber again concocts a lively and suspenseful story that ends on a tantalizing cliffhanger.” - Voice of Youth Advocates (VOYA) 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? Ellen Schreiber was an actress and a stand-up comedienne before becoming a writer. She is the author of the first two books about Celeste and Brandon, Once in a Full Moon and Magic of the Moonlight , as well as Teenage Mermaid , Comedy Girl , Vampire Kisses , Vampire Kisses 2: Kissing Coffins , Vampire Kisses 3: Vampireville , Vampire Kisses 4: Dance with a Vampire , Vampire Kisses 5: The Coffin Club , Vampire Kisses 6: Royal Blood , Vampire Kisses 7: Love Bites , Vampire Kisses 8: Cryptic Cravings , and Vampire Kisses 9: Immortal Hearts . She is also the author of the fully illustrated manga series about Raven and Alexander, Vampire Kisses: Blood Relatives and Vampire Kisses: Graveyard Games . Vampire Kisses 4: Dance with a Vampire By Ellen Schreiber HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. Copyright © 2009 Ellen Schreiber All right reserved. ISBN: 9780061778988 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 part of 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