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In middle school, Atwater-Rhodes was questioned by an English teacher when a girl she knew proceeded to brag that Atwater-Rhodes was trying to get a book published. As it turns out, the English teacher was also a literary agent and asked to read some of her work. This teacher later represented Atwater-Rhodes. The first draft of the novel was completed in August of that year. In mid-February , Atwater-Rhodes met her agent, Tom Hart , and he would go on to contact her to announce that Random House had accepted her manuscript for publication. Hart also stated that it would be published on April 14, , her fourteenth birthday.

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Demon in My View was written two years later. The aura of vampires seeping from the house in front of her was nearly overwhelming. She drove around the block once, then stopped her car a couple of yards away from the white Volvo she had been following. She was lucky she had been planning on crashing a different party, or she would never have been ready for this one. She cut the motor and ran her fingers through her long blond hair, which was windblown by the drive in the convertible.

Flashing a killer smile at no one, she checked her appearance in the rearview mirror. The girl in the glass appeared attractive, wild and carefree.

The core of stone was not visible in her reflection. As she stood, Sarah smoothed down her blue tank top and cream jeans and automatically checked to make sure her knives were in place—one in a spine sheath on her back and one tucked into each calf-high boot.

Only then did she approach the house. With blinds and shades pulled, the house appeared empty from the outside, but the illusion was quickly shattered. Before she even had a chance to knock, someone pulled open the door.

Leech, Sarah thought, disgusted, as she flashed a smile as practiced as the one she had given her rearview mirror at the vampire who had opened the door. Her smile did not waver, even though the vampiric aura in the house hit her like a sledgehammer to her gut. Her skin tingled at the sense of power, the feeling as unpleasant as sandpaper scraping across raw skin.

Unpleasant feeling or no, she began to mingle, looking always for the prey she was risking her neck to find—Nikolas. Nikolas was one of the most infamous of his kind, a vampire who had hunted blatantly since the s. His first known prey had been a young mother named Elisabeth Vida. Her family had been hunting Nikolas ever since—without success. Nikolas was clever—he had to be to have eluded hunters from the most powerful family of witches for so long.

But he was also vain, and that would be his downfall. Every one of his victims wore his marks, decorations cut into their arms with the blade of his knife. Nikolas allowed some of his victims to live, but he twisted their minds to make them sickeningly loyal to him. Hunters had caught more than one of those warped humans, but they each professed to choose death before they would betray the vampire.

One of them, however, had made a mistake. A flat tire on the way to this bash had left her fuming at a gas station off Route 95, and she had been too preoccupied to cover the scars on her arms.

Taking a breath to focus her senses, Sarah searched the room with all six of them. Human scents mingled with the overpowering aura of vampires. Sarah felt pity and a slight disgust for the living who flitted among the vampires like flies clinging to dead flesh. Though Sarah did see one human boy leaving just after she came in, most of these humans would stay, out of either ignorance or perverted loyalty. She could bring in the big guns then.

The trick was to avoid being killed—or munched on. She was posing as free food, human and helpless, but letting a vampire feed on her was further than she was willing to go. Besides, even the weakest vampire would be able to taste the difference between the bland vintage of human blood and the power in her own witch blood.

Any hunter worth her blade generally knew better than to stay at a bash after midnight. Yet if Sarah wanted an invitation, she needed to stay and convince these creatures she was one of the idiotic humans who bared their throats willingly. Any hunter, from the most amateur to the most respected, would give his right eye and his life for a chance to take down a group of vampires this strong.

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Demon in My View was written two years later. The aura of vampires seeping from the house in front of her was nearly overwhelming. She drove around the block once, then stopped her car a couple of yards away from the white Volvo she had been following. She was lucky she had been planning on crashing a different party, or she would never have been ready for this one. She cut the motor and ran her fingers through her long blond hair, which was windblown by the drive in the convertible.

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Honestly, I find the writing to be awful. Biased opinion aside, I know I myself have written better things than this, and it is she that gets the published series and the accolades. A few other issues I have with the book: - Everyone is apparently a Barbie or Ken doll, and the cast is incredibly whitewashed I think Marguerite might have been briefly mentioned to have been a little tanner than others? In fact, it made it confusing as the spellings got switched back and forth for their names several times throughout the book, and sometimes there was no context for it Nikolas suddenly became Nicholas and then changed back to Nikolas in the span of a sentence and a half. In my opinion, real love does not happen in ten days, whether your a vampire, a witch, a human, or something else.

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