[op_liveeditor_element data-style=””][text_block style=”style_1.png” align=”center” top_padding=”15″]I see dead people, and that is so not what I signed up for.

My vampire life itches, like I’ve thrashed around in poison sumac. I’m a freaking stranger in my own skin, balancing the day-to-day with paranormal shenanigans while my drop-dead gorgeous fated mate is sidetracked by supernatural politics.

When I’m knocked out by a ghost and fail my test to join the Order, my future in the organization is at stake. One thing is crystal clear. I can’t be a vampire without the Order’s protection.

It’s like everything I touch has that anti-Midas curse until I discover runic staves on an old Revolutionary War button from my late father’s things.

Then everything changes. And I’m led on a search for my family’s connection to magic.

And my purpose.

Maybe it’s not to just become a member of the Order. Maybe there is more for me…

..but, then again, nothing is ever as easy as it seems, not for me. Seems I may have more in common with the practitioners of the dark arts than I knew. And more trouble coming for me…

Ack! This vampire may have bitten off more than she can drink!

Dive in, and read FOUR TIMES THE FIGHT![/text_block][/op_liveeditor_element]

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