Vampires aren't real, right?
People say I'm a weirdo。 Sure, my idea of a party is a mini box of wine and hanging out with a feral raccoon, but it works for me。
When I’m accused of murder, things get crazy。 One, I learn that I have magic。 Two, there’s a secret magical city hidden right in London itself。 And three, my only hope is a vampire who’s sexy as sin and scary as the devil himself。 He's called the Devil of Darkvale, and he all but owns Guild City。
Some say I should just quit and turn myself in。 Not a chance。 I’m going to solve this murder myself, which means surviving in a new world of witch parties, magical guilds, and a vampire with a tortured past。 The vampire and I are like colliding stars, and the heat is irresistible。 I should avoid him, but if I want to save my own life, he’s my only hope。