Afterlife

I didn’t even want to go to the party. Seriously, I’d rather have stayed home with my librarian-witch grandmother and her mystical book club than go. But my best friend, Skyler, begged me. So I went. And it was the worst party of my life. The last party of my life. Not only was the band downright horrible, but the lead singer bit me afterward. And then stole Skyler. Now I’m chasing down a band of angry vamps with my other best friend, Vaughn, in tow - and a buttload of feelings between us we can’t even begin to address. And worse, I’m changing into something else.

The Drainers are back. They’re singing a different song, but have they really changed? Even worse, werewolves’ hearts are being ripped from their bodies - which is putting the people I love in danger. I need to figure out who is behind the murders before there’s an all-out vampire-werewolf war.

It’s not because she hates weddings. It’s not because the groom is her boyfriend’s dad (although yuck). It’s not even because Vegas weddings are cliché as hell. It’s because her mom is an evil incarnate vamp known as The Executioner. Nothing good can come of someone marrying a person named The Executioner. Nothing.