An… accident?
How the hell do you accidentally make a vampire?
I thought getting fired for not being pretty enough would be the worst thing I’d have to face this year.
Turns out, I was majorly wrong.
A catering gig for fast cash at an underground club ended in my death.
And then I woke up.
Trapped in a cell by the man who killed me.
Correction – the vampire who killed me and made me one, too.
By accident.
Now, he’s forcing me into hiding on the fringes of vampire society. And no one can know that I even exist or the Vampire Queen of New York will take my head. And his too.
If that wasn’t stressful enough, becoming a vampire is not great. I keep passing out, my skin is too sensitive, and blood lust is a whole body pain experience. Until it turns into plain old regular lust, and I’m clawing at my maker to satisfy some needs.
Oh, and did I mention I can’t have sex or I risk being magically bound for the rest of my immortal life?
Not that I want to have sex with the wounded, powerful gorgeous man that took my life and turned me into a monster.
Nope. I totally will not fall for him. That would be way too messed up…Right?