Just as Jane Jameson’s
unlife seems to be stabilizing, fate sinks its fangs firmly into her
butt. Despite her near-phobia of all things marital, her no-frills
nighttime nuptials to her sexy boyfriend Gabriel are coming along
smoothly. But the road to wedded bliss gets bumpy when a teenage
acquaintance is fatally wounded in front of Jane’s shop and she turns
him to save his life. The Council pronounces Jane responsible for the
newborn vamp until he can control his thirst.
Jane’s kitchen at River Oaks barely holds enough Faux Type O to satiate the cute teen’s appetite and maintain Gabriel’s jealous streak at a slow simmer. As if keeping her hyperactive childe from sucking the blood out of the entire neighborhood isn’t enough to deal with, the persnickety ghost of Jane’s newly deceased Grandma Ruthie has declared a war on the fanged residents of River Oaks. Suddenly, choosing monogrammed cocktail napkins and a cake that she can’t eat seems downright relaxing in comparison.
Tensions inside the house are growing… and outside, a sinister force is aiming a stake straight for the center of Gabriel’s heart. Most brides just have to worry about choosing the right dress, but Jane fears that at this rate, she’ll never make it down the aisle for the wedding all nice girls dream of…