The Legend. The Immortal. My... Boyfriend? You know, I really only had two goals in life: 1) Unearth the truth about vampires and, 2) Become hella famous. Nowhere on that list did I have "die" or "get turned into a bloodsucker." But guess what? Life doesn't always go according to plan. Now, thanks to an unfortunate back-alley encounter, I'm the newest member of the undead country club (fangs, coffin, and all). And my savior? Sire? Whatever... Freaking. Dracula. Himself. Even stranger, he claims I'm his mate. Like... eternal love. But come on! I don't have time for that. Not only do I need to track down my attempted murderer, but I also need to learn how to be a vampire. Falling in love is the last thing on my mind right now. Well, maybe not quite last. He is crazy hot after all.

The Legend. The Immortal. My... Fiancé? Welp, I, Anna Perish, am now a vampire. And it's been one hell of a ride so far. Not only am I shacking up with the Dracula, but I've also been summoned by the Queen of Vampires. And why, you might ask? Oh, it's nothing big. She just wants to kill me for killing her sire. Unfortunately, self-defense means squat among the undead. Then there's introducing Vlad to my family—which might just be more terrifying than facing the queen. Oh, and we mustn't forget the inquisitor who comes calling. Man, my life has become really dangerous since dying. If I survive all this, I think it's time for a looonnng vacation. With a moonlit pool. And Vlad as my nekkid Cabana boy. Now, there's an image... Wish me luck. I'm certainly going to need it.

I should be celebrating my Happily-Ever-After. Sam and I are in love, after all. But the rest of my life? It's a hot mess. Not only am I expected to take over as the Mississippi Pack alpha after my sperm donor was murdered, but Corbin and his lackeys are openly attacking the human-borns. Looks like it's up to us to fix this mess. Except, everywhere I turn, someone's trying to kill me. These bungholes will do anything to stop me—including going after my loved ones. I didn't want anything to do with all this, but I refuse to lose anyone else. Time to roll up my sleeves and get to work. This alpha business is serious, y'all. I just hope I survive it.

Exile is a fancy five-letter word, and one I didn't take seriously until Baba Yaga sentenced me to live here in Cold-as-Balls, Alberta. Canada, ya'll. Seriously. My southern blood can't handle all this snow and ice. There's no summer in sight either, thanks to some ex-witch-bitch with an inflated ego who thought it'd be funny to curse this town into endless winter. A curse I'm charged with breaking. Even worse? That ex-witch is also the ex-wife of the local alpha werewolf, who claims I'm his mate. He may look yummier than a donut dipped in honey, but I'm not interested in commitment, no matter how much I may be tempted. Frozen wastelands, a jealous ex, and a sexier-than-sin mate is more than enough to make me want to strap on some snowshoes and get the heck "oot" of here. Unfortunately, true love's kiss is the only thing that can break this curse and free me from this hellhole. Ha! Someone really got their wires crossed...