Belle Morte (Book 1, the Belle Morte Series)

The limousine bumped over a pothole, jolting Renie's stomach. She put down her glass of champagne, the bubbles doing nothing to calm the hard knot of nerves twisting within her.
Outside, a frenzy of paparazzi clamored, their flashes illuminating the imposing, Gothic structure of Belle Morte. This was it. The vampire mansion. And as of two weeks ago, she was officially one of the chosen.
"I can't wait!" exclaimed a girl to Renie's left, rattling off names of vampires like old friends. Renie sank back into her seat, the adoration of the others feeling like a foreign language.
Most people liked vampires. Renie didn't.
She clutched her hands, trying to still them. Once inside, she had no idea when she'd come out. This wasn't about money or glamour for her, unlike the others. This was about June.
Five months ago, her sister had walked into this house. She'd never walked back out. Renie had applied to be a donor for one reason only: to find out why.
