A Vampire's Midlife Crisis

Her life wasn’t all bad until she woke up a vampire.

Sabrina raised a daughter, started her own coffee shop, and bought her dream house in her hometown of New Orleans. If she had to complain about anything, it would be the seventh level of Hell hot flashes that come with being 53 years old. That is, until she wakes up a vampire.

Her body has never been more perky and her hair is a dream. Problems? Several. A vampire shouldn’t have hot flashes, mood swings that rival a rollercoaster ride, and the urge to drop into a dead sleep at 9:00 pm.

There is a God and he goes by the name of Christoph, the king of the New Orleans coven and a vampire who is hotter than her night sweats. Ready to jump his ancient bones, she manages self control. Barely. When she learns he can cure more than her animalistic urges, she will promise anything.

Enter the misfits. A succubus kicked out of Hell, an old as dirt reaper, a purple dragon whose hiccups light eyebrows on fire, and a cute as can be pooch that’s really a Hellhound. All occupants of the B&B, Fangri-La and Sabrina’s job is to turn Christoph’s new acquisition into a thriving business. Holy hot flashes, she may have sunk her fangs into more than she can handle.