B Positive by Jewel Killian

If Damon mothertruckin’ Salvator taught me anything, it’s that vampires are deadass sexy.
Also filthy rich.
And while bartending pays the bills—mostly—and putting dickhead customers in their place feeds my soul, I’ve got my immortality to plan.
That’s why tonight I’m waltzing into the vampire king of Laurel Cove’s fancy-ass gala, finessing my way past his big, dumb guards, and swiping a priceless diamond right from under his nose. I’ve got it all figured out.
Except I don’t. I know fuck-all about this world. And I, Eden Vaughn, bartender, cat-burglar, and baby vamp would much rather stay in my comfortable human life than deal with the lies, blood, and corruption of this one. I have no idea what I’m walking into. Or that King Julian has no intention of letting me leave.