Coffin Up Love

This vampire bites.
But wait till he sees that I swallow…

As a baker on the run from the mob, I've got a new name, new home, and one smoking hot vampire neighbor.

Emile's fangtastic bod has me hungry for a taste.

But I can’t let him distract me from dodging the hitmen who think I'm six feet under. How do you tell a drop dead gorgeous vamp that you aren't who he thinks you are?

With every lie I feed Emile, our sizzling bond burns hotter. I hate the deceit, but one slip of the tongue could cost everything.

Good thing I know of a way to keep our mouths occupied.