At the Afterlife Academy of Exceptionally Dark Arts, the vampires in training follow one of two tracks: they become either Sisters or Saviors. Of course, everyone wants to be a Savior, swooping into infested high schools in matching red leather jumpsuits and wielding crossbows, putting down swarming vampires with deadly efficiency.

But Lily Fielding is just a Sister—a Third Sister at that, a measly trainee. When Lily and her two Sisters, Alice and Cara, are called out to their latest assignment, she figures it’s just another run-of-the-mill gig: spot the Vamplayer (part vampire, part player), identify the predictably hot, trampy girl he’s set his eyes on, and befriend her before the Vamplayer can turn her to do his bidding.

Finding the sleek and sexy Vamplayer, Tristan, and his equally beautiful and popular target, Bianca, is easy. And when Lily meets the adorably geeky Zander, she too falls under a lover’s spell. But this assignment turns out to be trickier than most when the Third Sister must battle the baddest vampire of all.

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Take a look at the Teen section at your local bookstore, and you’ll see a slew of dark covers and oh-so-serious faces. VAMPLAYERS’ blood-red cover is no exception, but let’s not forget the sticker-covered arrow–because it makes all the difference. This playful little addition was my first indication that VAMPLAYERS may offer a different kind of read. And it did.

Rusty Fischer has a way of weaving a story I haven’t seen anywhere else. It’s like every time I delve into his latest horror-meets-humor book, I’m swept onto the set of a 1980s movie, complete with buttered popcorn and over-the-top villains. The main character, Lily, made me laugh from page one…and her voice never stopped popping. She’s a girl with attitude, and strength, and ambition–and I fell in love with her.

If you’re looking for a book that’s truly different, crack VAMPLAYERS’ spine, grab a box of junior mints and a jumbo-sized Mr. Pibb…and enjoy this baby like I did. 🙂


I’m in the wading pool, reaching in to drag Zander out, the sound of my skin frying and the holy water bubbling. It’s like acid, if acid were on crack and crack were on speed and speed were full of double-sided razor blades attached to an electric toothbrush.

How can you not want to read this book after that?! Haaa!