The private party is Tiffany's first contact with the world of vampires, who are gathered to pay tribute to the Patron of their Family. Hell, she thinks - that $2000 could pay the rent and buy a lot of new yarn.

Later, Tiffany happens upon a nondescript building where people are bemoaning the lack of enough servers for a private party.

A black velvet choker is the stuff of fantasies.') Tiffany's hopes are ruined by a clumsy customer whose crude attempt to unhook a lacy shawl tips patchouli oil down Tiffany's cleavage, and (worse!) all over her luxury yarn. ('Are you cosplaying some dark academia headmistress?.

Her store-owning friend Christine gasps at the beauty even as she chides Tiffany for the outfit she has chosen to wear to a corporate meeting. Tiffany, we learn is an unemployed librarian, hoping to sell her hand-dyed cashmere knitting yarn. Lachlan, apparently, has been a bad boy - he's been tasting waitresses at their hideaway, a faux pas far more aggravating than, say, accidentally turning an unsuspecting mortal into a vampire. We meet Lachlan, the actual vampire, as he pulls a silver dagger out of his chest, the blow administered by an elegant, high-ranking, and bitchy vamp woman. When we first meet Tiffany, whose transformation into vampire is almost as accidental as falling onto a hungry fang, she is being fired for not being pretty enough to suit her (metaphorical) bloodsucking boss. They do, however, bite, using their teeth to feed body and ego, illuminated with keen wit by Amy Nova. It is a slow-build, slow-burn, why choose paranormal romance intended for mature audiences. Three Book Series? Coming right up!Īccidental Vampire is book one in the Accidental Vampire series. Slow-build and slow-burn why choose? You got it! Biting? Violence? Steam? Oh yes. That would be way too messed up…Right?Īuthor's Note: Broody vampires and enemies to lovers? Yup. Not that I want to have sex with the wounded, powerful gorgeous man that took my life and turned me into a monster. Oh, and did I mention I can’t have sex or I risk being magically bound for the rest of my immortal life? Until it turns into plain old regular lust, and I’m clawing at my maker to satisfy some needs. I keep passing out, my skin is too sensitive, and blood lust is a whole body pain experience. If that wasn’t stressful enough, becoming a vampire is not great. And no one can know that I even exist or the Vampire Queen of New York will take my head. Now, he’s forcing me into hiding on the fringes of vampire society. Trapped in a cell by the man who killed me.Ĭorrection - the vampire who killed me and made me one, too. I thought getting fired for not being pretty enough would be the worst thing I’d have to face this year.Ī catering gig for fast cash at an underground club ended in my death. How the hell do you accidentally make a vampire?

The accidental vampire novel