I'm Nora and in my entire afterlife, I never expected to be roommates with a possessive, cocky, sexy-as-sin vampire. Since I've been dead, no one has been able to see me, but that changed the second he stepped through the front door of my internal prison--aka my old house from before I flew the coop.
The man nearly dropped his blood bags when he stepped through the threshold to find me, chillin' in my panda PJs and eating imaginary cereal. Though Landon drives me bat-shit crazy, it's nice to have a friend, and pushing his buttons isn't all bad. There's something about the anger that burns behind those cerulean blue eyes that just does it for me.
He’s dark, mysterious, maniacal, and downright wrong. Yet, the more he pisses me off, the more my heart warms for him. It shouldn't work that way, but his stupid vampire mumbo-jumbo has my lady bits dusting out the cobwebs. Thank God the logistics won’t work... Or will they?
It's steamy, knock-your-socks-off funny, and will leave you dreaming about bad boys with fangs for a long time to come
NOTE: Before reading this book, have pearls to clutch. You're going to need them because the cup do runneth over in this story. It is also a choking hazard to eat or drink while reading. Consider yourself warned.
This story is a spicy and is intended for readers over the age of 18.
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