I moved to a cozy New England town to escape my past, I and revel in the warm bodies that fall into my lap. From college co-eds to tweed-jacketed professors and everyone in between, the sleepy hamlet is the perfect hideout for a decades old vampire. I do more than a shot of tequila at the end of the night; I take shots of A+ and O- like it's going out of style.
When a specter from my past emerges from the shadows and waltzes into my bar, it takes all my strength not to ruin her in front of the entire town. The one who made me, the one who will break me-Camilla, queen of the bloody undead. My blood boils at the sight of her. The only way to make a vampire stay is to keep them fed.
I'm going to make Camilla mine, once and for all. Nothing lures a vampire like the crimson temptation of fresh blood, and I've got a line on the freshest around.