There’s only one thing Vampire Queen Betsy Taylor hates more than the threat of hosting a traditional Thanksgiving dinner (after all, how traditional is her family?), and that’s trying to get through the Book of the Dead without going insane. Every time she’s tried reading it, she just gets blindsided – until this time, when the devil strikes a bargain. She offers Betsy a chance to get through the cursed (literally!) thing cover to cover and finally discover all its mysteries. There’s just one teensy little catch.
Betsy and her half sister, Laura, have to go to Hell. Just long enough for Laura to finally embrace her dark heritage (after a rebellious youth of charity work and teaching Sunday school) and make nice with her mother, aka Lucifer, by picking up such skills as slicing through time and the universe with a hellfire sword. While such things might sound fun, time travel is proving to be an alarming journey for Betsy and Laura. Not only are they interacting firsthand with their own family’s past, but in doing so, they’re dangerously impacting the future in ways they never anticipated.
Of course, that’s what Mother wanted all along. Damn her.
The ninth tale in the life of Betsy Taylor, Vampire Queen, sees her chafing against domesticity while living in a mansion with her gorgeous vampire consort Eric Sinclair and their adopted son, who is Betsy’s orphaned biological half-brother. After realizing that she really doesn’t know that much about Eric or his assistant, Tina, Betsy is persuaded by her sister, Laura, the Spawn of Satan, to accompany her to Hell. Hell is a waiting room with lots of doors, and when they venture through the first door they find themselves in Salem during the witch trials and Betsy butts in. Other doors take them to other times and places where Betsy sees Eric’s past, including an incident from his childhood. Readers will be happy to know that the passion the sassy, foul-mouthed queen of the undead has for designer shoes has not diminished in this amusing episode in Davidson’s popular series. –Diana Tixier Herald