TITLE: THE VAMPIRES OF DANCING SENSATIONS
GENRE: YA Paranormal Romance
A jagged crack opened in the heavens, and I ran for cover, sure I'd be struck by lightning. Raking rain-soaked hair out of my face, I shouted, "Thanks, Mom, for messing up my summer and sending me to Ohio." Not that she could hear me from her Long Island condo.
Thunder rumbled like a freight train, and I huddled under the eaves of the tiny airport. If I didn't win this stupid dance competition, I'd have to join the family mortuary business when I finished high school next year. Life sucks.
I peered down the empty sidewalk. No cabs. No limousines. No wise-mouthed New York taxi drivers.
A ratty station wagon with "Sandy's Transport" printed on the side chugged to the curb and splashed water on me. Good thing I wore my pink raincoat, which my mother made me put after she heard a weather report. Thanks, Mom, at least you did something right.
Another splash of water and a puff of car exhaust later, a tall guy about my age appeared out of nowhere. Each blast of thunder made me wince and shudder, but not enough to miss how the bolts of lightning illuminated the black hair that streamed down his back, his dark sunglasses, and the black cape that whipped around his broad shoulders. His skin looked pale, almost translucent. If I had to rate him on my Dork to Perfect Guy Scale, he'd be in the incredibly good-looking, but strange category.