Since the dawn of time (okay, the 1960s), TV has been obsessed with vampires.
But what if all those brooding bloodsuckers weren’t just entertainment? What if they were put on our screens for a reason?

Mathilda Sinclair didn’t ask for any of this.
She’s cursed with venomous blood that seduces vampires at the mere sniff of her and turns them into mortals (or occasionally goo). Which, frankly, is already a lot. But now she's landed the lead role in a brand new, prime time TV show and, to her lack of surprise, the set is crawling with them.

They’re hot. They’re dramatic. And they won’t stop going on about some ancient prophecy in which Mathilda plays a starring role. Something about saving the world, and her being the only one who can do it. Not to mention the fact that the extras keep disappearing...

Enter Elliott Rigg.
Ninety-something, immortal, and immune to her lethal charm. He’s the only vampire who can resist her.
The only one who can kill her with a single bite. Naturally, she’s kind of into him.

Can Elliott be the reluctant hero Mathilda needs? Can Mathilda handle falling for the one guy who could literally drain her dry? And can they stop the apocalypse with a quickie in his grandmother’s cellar?

A wickedly funny, irreverent paranormal romance from Olivia Malo packed with fangs, forbidden lust, and every TV vampire cliché you’ve ever loved.