Betsy Taylor is your typical chick-lit herorine. She's 30 or so, stuck in a dead end job and single - with a thing for designer shoes. Then one day it all changes. She loses her job and gets run over. That's not the end of her problems. She's undead and her step-mother has stolen all her shoes. Oh, and she seems to be the Vampire Queen of prophecy. Not really what you want to happen when all you really want is a new set of Prada pumps. Especially when one vampire clan has decided you're their champion in a war against an interloper with a thing for the Gothic.
Normally you'd expect this to be the beginning of a tale of angst and desperation, mixed in with animalistic sex. However it's the basis for a witty and clever novel, that mixes two genres and comes up with something more than a little different. Oh, and a touch of animalistic sex.
Not deep literature, but highly enjoyable all the same, Davidson delivers an amusing light read that's ideal for the tube, with a sequel just around the corner.