What's worse than finding out your sexy date is a 700-year-old vampire?
Realizing he thinks your espresso machine is a cursed artifact and tries to exorcise it with Latin.
Lea Montanero is a snarky art curator whose dating life is so tragic it deserves its own gallery exhibit. Enter Raphael di Vecchio-devastatingly handsome, maddeningly mysterious, and the only man who's ever saved her from a falling sculpture and kissed her like he's trying to claim her soul.
Minor snag? He's an ancient vampire. And her ultra-rare "green blood"? Basically vampire crack. Oops.
Now she's stuck with a brooding immortal who can't work an iPhone, while fending off ancient bloodsuckers, bureaucratic vampiric politics, and a Council with more drama than a Real Housewives reunion. Add in a telepathic link that broadcasts her most embarrassing thoughts (yes, including that one about his abs), a revenge-driven pug with mysterious powers, and Raphael's tragic inability to understand Google Maps, and you've got a love story messier than a first date at an all-you-can-eat fondue buffet.
Think "The Hating Game"... but with fangs. Or "Outlander"-if Claire had more sarcasm and less plaid.
Because even vampires fight about doing the dishes. The only difference? They've got forever to win the argument.