I wanted a vacation. VA-CA-TION. Yet, in a stunning example of “be careful what you wish for,” I’m in freaking prison.

In England, no less.

So much for my darling Vlad as a nekkid Cabana boy.

How did I go from human vlogger to vampire inmate in a matter of months?

I need to get myself out of this mess. I do have a wedding to plan, after all, and nothing will keep me from marrying Vlad—not even the queen.

Even if that means I have to kill her myself.