ABOUT THE BOOK

The Legend. The Immortal. My...Holiday Nightmare?

All I wanted was a romantic Christmas with Vlad—festive lights, blood-spiked eggnog, and maybe a smooch under the mistletoe. Instead, I get a ghost.
 

And not just any ghost. No. It had to be Vlad’s vengeful ex-lover, back from the dead, and ready to ruin our happily-ever-eternity.
 

Now, I’m dodging homicidal holly, unpacking Vlad’s ghostly baggage, and scrambling to pull off an exorcism straight from Hell. I’m about one chorus of Deck the Halls away from snapping.
 

But hey, nothing says holiday cheer like battling the literal Ghost of Christmas Past while trying not to burn down the house. Merry freakin’ Christmas to me.