One minute I’m running a cupcake café and the next someone is trying to kill me!
Enter the attractive, but heavily conceited vampire who I once mistakenly went on a disastrous date with. He has a deal I can’t refuse. I can either a) fake date him and he can be my 24-hour bodyguard or b) I can probably die.
It’s a tough choice given how much I detest him, but I plump for staying alive.
So now Lawrie is a permanent fixture in Gnarly Fell and I’m in a race against time to find out who wants me dead. Because vampires live a hell of a long time, and this situation already sucks.
Just like my fake boyfriend.
Welcome to Gnarly Fell, where Death lingers just outside the village (with his girlfriend).
Andie M. Long
One minute I'm working in a bookshop and the next minute a vampire decides to kill me.
Enter the tall, dark, handsome stranger who’s been hanging around the store lately. He has a deal he says I can’t refuse. I can either a) die or b) become a vampire and Queen of the Damned.
Great choices there, hey? Obviously, I choose option b.
So here I am, trying to get used to not only being undead, but to my new royal role where I'm in charge of the Home of Wayward Souls. Yep, any newly dead spirits that are wild, unhappy, and out to cause trouble. All mine.
Oh, and there's another tiny thing I need to get my head around. The guy who prevented my demise? He's Death himself. The grim reaper took a shine to me and wants to take me on a date.
Suck. My. Life.