Dating Dracula

Yesterday, I was a wannabe journalist with two simple goals: expose the seedy underbelly of New Orleans' vampire scene, and maybe, just maybe, become hella famous. But fate had other plans. Now, thanks to an unfortunate back-alley encounter, I'm the newest member of the undead country club-fangs, coffin, and all. And who, might you ask, is the man responsible for saving my life?

Freaking Dracula.

Yes, the centuries-old, charismatic, and absurdly handsome Dracula. He's not just a vampire, he's the vampire-a legend wrapped in an enigma with a seductive smile and hypnotic eyes that are impossible to ignore. Especially when he claims I'm his soulmate.

As if my life as a newbie vampire isn't challenging enough, I still have to track down the fanged fiend who tried to murder me in the first place. Romance was never part of my plans, but I'm finding it difficult to resist Dracula's charms. Turns out, he may be my Mr. Right after all. I just need to stay alive-well, undead-long enough to see if it's true love.