A malicious April Fools’ Day joke turns deadly for me, cook-in-training Mo Gaffney, when a dozen rogue vampires attack. I wield my knives in a defense that’s a fair imitation of the video game Asteroids.
One vampire knows how to play.
Broad shoulders. A flash of muscle. This huge sucker is devastating, and I’m not just talking about his fighting. Luckily the massive, turbocharged, excessively deadly vampire is on my side. He rescues me and walks me home.
I tease him a bit before I realize he’s in Jacksonville for the big vampire conclave. He’s not just a master vampire—he’s a grandmaster. And get this. He wants to see me again.
Nobody Mo has a date with a grandmaster vampire.