Season of Sin by JL Caid

I wake up dead. No, that’s not some cliché thing to say after a long night of partying. I’m really dead. Now I have to figure out a few things.
1.How did I die?
2.Why am I in this massive bed with purple, silk sheets?
3.Why are there four seven-foot-tall, hunks of muscle and man staring at me?
The first thing I figure out is this: They aren’t men. They have fangs. And they’re not afraid to show them – or use them. They tell me why I’m there and what my destiny is with them… in and out of bed.
Realizing I’m dead is only the beginning.