The Legend. The Immortal. My… Boyfriend?

You know, I really only had two goals in life:

1)Unearth the truth about vampires and,
2)Become hella famous.

Nowhere on that list did I have “die” or “get turned into a bloodsucker.” But guess what? Life doesn’t always go according to plan. Now, thanks to an unfortunate back-alley encounter, I’m the newest member of the undead country club (fangs, coffin, and all). And my savior? Sire? Whatever…

Freaking. Dracula. Himself.

Even stranger, he claims I’m his mate. Like… eternal love. But come on! I don’t have time for that. Not only do I have a story about illegal bloodletting to bust wide open, but I also need to track down my attempted murderer and learn how to be a vampire. Falling in love is the last thing on my mind right now.

Too bad Dracula has other plans for me.