Meena Harper hates vampires. Or the idea of them, anyway, since everyone knows vampires don’t exist. The thought is just ridiculous. Meena herself, it turns out, know when you’re going to die. She has psychic visions of a person’s death. That’s entirely possible, but vampires? Psssshhh... ridiculous. 😂
Meena is a New York writer who supports her unemployed brother while he “gets back on his feet”. She is incredibly annoyed to discover that the soap opera she writes for is going vamp. In order to develop ideas for the new direction of her work, she attends the dinner party of her wealthy, socialite neighbor Mary Lou. The night before the party, she takes her dog for a walk AT FOUR AM and (surprise, surprise) is attacked. Ever the hero, Lucian Antonescu saves her and escorts her safely home. The night of the dinner party, she discovers- gasp- Lucian is the very prince that is being honored at the dinner party she is attending. Insta-love ensues.
Soon enters the third leg of the love triangle, Palatine guard Alaric Wulf. Alaric (like every other character named Alaric in a vampire story EVER) is a vampire hunter, who assaults Meena in her apartment in order to get information about Lucien. Does Meena’s mooching brother, Jon, come to her rescue when he arrives home in the middle of said assault? No, he sucks up to Alaric in an attempt to join the guard.
I could carry on with all the cliche, ridiculous, unrealistic responses of the characters in different situations, but I won’t.
All that to say, I actually did enjoy the book. I appreciated how she did not run desperately into Lucien’s arms at the end of the story. I feel like this could be a stand alone book, and I’m afraid to read the next one because it could very potentially kill the story for me. It’s still on my to-read list, but I am hesitant to pick it up.

Happy reading, friends!