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    Deadly Offer

    By Caroline B. Cooney

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    Althea’s dreams are about to become her nightmares
    Althea has always been a sweet, kind girl. In middle school, she had a group of friends to hang out with. She was on the softball team, took gymnastics, and won ribbons for horseback riding. But high school is horrible for Althea. She doesn’t make the cheerleading squad. Her group of friends splits apart to form new cliques, and Althea is left to sit alone at lunch. That is, until she discovers a vampire living in the attic tower of her family home. A vampire who can make her dreams come true: a spot on the cheerleading squad; popularity; a boyfriend. All the vampire wants in return is a small sacrifice, and Althea is in too deep to back out now. The first book in Caroline B. Cooney’s Vampire’s Promise trilogy reveals the danger behind the door of the Shuttered Room . . . This ebook features an illustrated biography of Caroline B. Cooney including rare images and never-before-seen documents from the author’s personal collection.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOpen Road Media
    Release dateJan 22, 2013
    ISBN9781453295380
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    Caroline B. Cooney

    Caroline B. Cooney was born in New York, grew up in Connecticut, and now lives in South Carolina. Caroline is the author of about 80 books in many genres, and her books have sold over fifteen million copies. I’m Going to Give You a Bear Hug was her first picture book, based on a verse she wrote for her own children, Louisa, Sayre, and Harold, who are now grown. I’m Going to Give You a Polar Bear Hug is the sequel! Visit her at carolinebcooneybooks.com or Caroline B. Cooney’s author page on Facebook.

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    • 3/5
      Althea wants to be popular and would do anything to get in the cheerleading squad, so when the resident vampire offers to make her dream come true, she agrees. But the vampire wants something in return, he wants to be fed...Althea has a choice, save her friends but lose her popularity, or sacrifice her friends to get what she wants.There is a cute romance sub-plot in this book, thankfully not involving the vampire, who is pale, has nails like foil, and smells like death. He also seems to like flapping his cloak around a lot.This was a fairly quick read. It was creepy in places, but not overly scary.
    • 4/5
      Althea craves popularity. She wants to be a cheerleader - swooned over by all the jocks and the envy of all the girls. When, against custom, she opens the shuttered tower room in her old house, she releases a vampire who makes a deal with her: If she brings him victims, he will give her popularity. Althea finds herself spiraling out of control as the vampire asks for more and more - and she feels she has to give it to him or suffer public humiliation. Looked at from a superficial point of view, there's really not much to this book. It's barely 200 pages long, and has little plot or character development. It's pretty standard for those Point Horror books that were being pumped out in the '90s. Teen readers should be wary - this is a quick, fluffy read with a (how dare Ms. Cooney?!) a BAD vampire. Yes. That's right. He looks and smells like soggy mushrooms. He feeds on the weakness of teenagers. And he doesn't sparkle. He was in no way, shape, or form romantic. It was SUCH a wonderful change. :) As long as bad vampires don't insult your intelligence, you'll enjoy this book if you're 11-14ish. Or you might enjoy it if you're older and enjoy exploring ideas.What I liked about this book was that it was more meaningful on a deeper level. There were hints all along that Althea could have made herself popular on her own - that her own attitude ensured her unpopularity. She assumed no one knew she existed, so she hid from everyone. Result - nobody paid her any attention. This is also a story about how far some people are willing to go in order to gain what they want. Allegorically, she sacrificed her morals and trampled on other people in order to achieve her goals - and then she was dissatisfied with the results. It's a story about being true to yourself and how your goals will be more lasting when you achieve them through hard work instead of back-stabbing. Any book that makes me think earns points with me! :) Another thing that made me think: where the heck were her parents through all of this?! They weren't mentioned even once! Did Cooney mean to do that? I read the second book in the trilogy many years ago, and I remember THAT character had parents...
    • 4/5
      This was one of my favorite books when I was younger.Althea has no life and no friends. When she sets free the vampire that has been locked up for ages he offers her the chance to be popular. It seems like a dream come true until she realizes what exactly is at stake. Is she strong enough to do what it takes to ensure that she keeps what has been given or will she finally understand that somethings are just not worth it?Not for older readers. No real climax.

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    Deadly Offer - Caroline B. Cooney

    Deadly Offer

    The Vampire’s Promise

    Caroline B. Cooney

    Contents

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Chapter 9

    Chapter 10

    Chapter 11

    Chapter 12

    Chapter 13

    Chapter 14

    Chapter 15

    Chapter 16

    Chapter 17

    Chapter 18

    Chapter 19

    Chapter 20

    Chapter 21

    Chapter 22

    Chapter 23

    Chapter 24

    Chapter 25

    Chapter 26

    Chapter 27

    A Biography of Caroline B. Cooney

    Chapter 1

    SUPPOSE, IT SAID IN its voice like antique silk, faded and slightly torn, that I could make you popular. It did not smile, for which Althea was glad. She did not particularly want to see it smiling. She waited, but no explanations followed. Talking to it was somewhat upsetting. Althea kept her back to the wall, waiting for it to leave. Usually it left rather early, having, she supposed, appointments to keep. Tonight it stayed. Waiting. She knew it could always wait longer than she could.

    Her heart snagged on that word popular. At last Althea asked, How could you make me popular?

    It nodded for some time, its entire trunk pulsing slowly back and forth, as if it were on a spring. Tell me, it said, in that slippery satin voice, what is the most popular group in school?

    That was easy. Cheerleaders, said Althea with yearning. The Varsity Squad was a closed unit of slim blonds and sparkly brunettes who not only never spoke to Althea, but, far worse, never noticed her, either.

    Who, it went on like a river or a tide, do you wish had never gotten on the squad?

    That, too, was easy. Celeste, said Althea. Celeste had made Varsity as a freshman, which, to the sophomores, juniors, and seniors who failed to make it, seemed unfair. Celeste was quite extraordinarily beautiful. At first Celeste did not appear sufficiently energetic to cheer. She walked slowly, languidly, hands trailing. Celeste seemed more a romantic dreamer than a screaming, leaping, possibly even perspiring, member of a gymnastics-oriented squad. But cheerleading transformed her. Once in uniform, Celeste became a star.

    And popular. So popular.

    Althea longed for the popularity that cheerleading brought.

    Althea was a gentle girl. She had sweet features and a demure posture. When she spoke, people quieted to hear her distinctive whispery tremor. In elementary and middle school, Althea had had a circle of giggly girlfriends, a phone that rang constantly, invitations every weekend to spend the night, or order pizza, or go to the movies. She was on the softball team, won several silver ribbons in horseback riding, and went on a wonderful group skiing trip. She had thought that in high school she would become a serious skier, and she had bought a beautiful ski outfit to shine on the snow.

    But high school was horrible.

    The circle of friends, like a kaleidoscope turned and refocused, had split cleanly apart, to form new groups. One group was heavily into Individuality and New Experiences; they wore trendy clothing or torn jeans, unique sweatshirts or giant earrings. They found Althea altogether too dull to bother with. Another group had boyfriends, and Althea, without one, was unwelcome. The third group became scholarly and embarked on a soul-whipping routine of trying to beat one another out with exam grades and extra-credit reports.

    Althea’s throaty whisper became a liability. Nobody heard it. She had to raise her voice, and the voice felt foreign: like an intruder, like a stranger yelling.

    Loneliness absorbed her life.

    It was a quiet life: no phones, no laughter, no gossip, no giggles.

    It was November: a month of dark and chill.

    A month in which Althea saw herself, like an abandoned waif in the gutter, without hope.

    Perhaps, the voice continued, Celeste could be taken off the squad.

    She slipped down those words, as if on a waterslide at an amusement park. She noticed how the voice liked to split sentences, teasing with the first word: who … what … perhaps …

    She did not like standing quite so close. It had given her all sorts of assurances, but did she know, for sure, that she could believe these promises? Under the circumstances?

    Would there not, it continued, in a lazy, inquiring sort of manner, as if they had all year to consider it, be tryouts for Celeste’s replacement?

    Althea nodded. The cheerleading squad was a precision team. They worked in pairs. They would have to have an even number. Althea had had years of dancing and gymnastics. Nevertheless she had not made the team.

    The high school was jammed with girls who had had years of dancing and gymnastics. There would be a lot of competition, said Althea, remembering the taste of humiliation and despair when she had been cut from the list long before the final round of tryouts.

    Perhaps … the voice said, with such slowness that it seemed to be melting away, I could arrange for the competition to be missing.

    She let her mind drift over that. Skimming like a seabird on the surface of the suggestion. Not landing, no. Not part of it … but thinking about it. The power of it. The potential of it.

    What a change it would make in her life! She would be among the lovelier, more exciting girls. The girls who partied and laughed, drove fast cars, and sat with adorable boys.

    Me, Althea thought. Popular. A cheerleader.

    Perhaps someday I would even be captain, she whispered.

    Perhaps so. Its skin was the color of mushrooms.

    And date somebody on the basketball team, she breathed, imagining it. She remembered how the cheerleading squad sat on the bus with the team, how if they won the game there was laughter, and shared snacks, and favorite songs were played while they foot-danced, because the bus driver didn’t allow standing. How in the back of the bus, girls sat entwined with their boyfriends, their laughter quieter, more intimate. How couples got off the bus last, holding hands.

    Maybe even Michael, said Althea, so softly she was not sure she had let the thought out, because the thought was so precious. Michael.

    Maybe even Michael, the voice agreed.

    Althea pulled herself together. She was envious of the popular girls, but she was kind. She didn’t want anything nasty to happen. And Celeste seemed like a perfectly nice person. "What would you do to Celeste?" said Althea warily.

    It smiled. The teeth were not quite as pointed as Althea had expected, but she shuddered anyway.

    She was told, with an air of reproach, It doesn’t hurt, you know. It’s just rather tiring. Celeste would simply be … rather … tuckered out.

    The eyes changed their focus, leaving Althea’s face. She felt as if she were released from suction cups.

    It stared at the sky, at the black cloudless sky sprinkled with stars, gleaming with moonlight. It seemed to find a companion with whom smiles were exchanged. Celeste would be back in school the next day.

    Then why wouldn’t she stay on the squad?

    I told you. She’ll be tired. She’ll feel a need to resign. She’ll want a little time to herself. There’s no cause for you to worry. Her grades won’t suffer.

    Althea decided not to think about the details.

    She did not let herself think about being popular.

    I can’t condone … but on the other hand … a simple exercise that would leave Celeste … well … tired … and after all, Celeste is only a ninth-grader, and I’m in tenth … and I deserve it more …

    Its fingernails were gray, like foil.

    Althea, it said, stroking her name, feeding it new ideas, think about school tomorrow. Think how you sit alone at lunch. How nobody talks to you in study hall. How nobody shares a soda with you after class.

    How vivid it was. How often it had been true.

    The voice was thready and sticky, like a spider’s web. But if you’re a cheerleader …

    Althea saw herself among the slender blonds and sparkly brunettes.

    You, Althea, said the voice, softer than clouds, you deliver Celeste.

    Althea shivered.

    I, breathed the vampire, will make you popular.

    Chapter 2

    BUT HOW? HOW WAS this supposed to work? Celeste wafted down the halls of high school like a sunset of spun gold, wrapped in the possession of her friends. From a distance Althea would see that soft hair, those sparkling eyes. From around a corner Althea would hear that trembly laugh, a laugh that shivered with delight.

    It was so unfair! Celeste had every beauty, every friend, every power.

    You deliver Celeste. I will make you popular.

    My only claim to popularity, thought Althea, is that I have the same lunch schedule as the cheerleading crowd. I get to stand in the same cafeteria line.

    When Althea went to lunch, Celeste was ahead of her, shimmering like a mirage. Celeste skimmed through the line, putting almost nothing on her tray, gliding to her seat. Celeste’s laugh sparkled across a crowded table, where friends jostled and squeezed.

    Althea’s tray was heavy, and the plates slid around, bumping one another and threatening to spill. She carried it carefully, and when she finished paying, looked around for a place to sit. A group of girls she knew fairly well filled a distant table; there was no room. A girl like Celeste could dance up and they would make room, but for a girl like Althea they did not.

    Her old friends from middle school were with their new friends from other parts of town. If she joined them, she would be a river barge shoving through sailboats. They would part to let her through, but she could never join. The only thing worse than being alone was to have people tolerate you because they felt pity.

    Althea’s eyes swept the entire cafeteria, and in the entire cafeteria there did not seem to be an empty seat.

    Come on, said an impatient voice behind her. Get going.

    Althea lifted her heavy tray and took two steps out into the hostile lunchroom. People trotted past, their trays as full as hers, but their steps were light. They found places to sit, and people looked up and said to them, Hey, how are ya? Sit down!

    There is no room for me, thought Althea. There never will be.

    She walked past table after table, and from each chair eyes turned, inspected Althea, and turned away. Every student in the high school had a chance to say, Sit with us. Every student in the high school said nothing. Eventually Althea was back at the counter. If she had had any appetite, it was gone. She sat her tray down, untouched.

    I’ll just stand outside in the courtyard till lunch is over, Althea thought. I’ll pretend—

    A silver shot of laughter came from the cheerleaders’ table. Celeste planted a sweet kiss on the cheek of the handsome boy next to her.

    I want that life, Althea thought. I want

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