{"title":"AUDIO DEALS","description":"\u003cp\u003eI put this collection together when there were deals. I may have removed the deal and forgotten to remove the audio from the collection. LMK if I did that but be nice about it please and thank you.\u003c\/p\u003e","products":[{"product_id":"blood-bride-audiobook","title":"Blood Bride Audiobook","description":"\u003cp\u003eWhen a mysterious letter promised me an inheritance courtesy of a long-lost family in Italy, I probably should have asked more questions. But all I had in the California desert was an institutionalized mother and a load of bad memories. I couldn’t run away from that dead-end life fast enough.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eInstead, I danced straight into the bloody arms of Carmine Montefiore. He’s the monster mothers warn their children about. The capo other families kneel to. A vampire in danger of losing his immortality and his throne. He needs three things to reclaim his power.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe knife that will cut and heal him.\u003cbr\u003eThe bride who will restore his authority.\u003cbr\u003eThe blood of a Strega that will renew  his immortality.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eApparently, I’m the answer to all three…except for one thing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eHe can’t enter me without an invitation. \u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e----\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThis audiobook is 14 hours long, in multi-cast with Jason Clarke and Samantha Brentmoor, with Rose Dioro and Dane Anderson doing all the other characters, accents ages... and it's amazing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThis audiobook would cost you 29.95 on Audible. 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