Alan Smyth

There's more than one way to keep a vampire up all night.

I swore I was over clingy men—I have enough to deal with taking care of my own damn self—so I decided to give up dating until the gene pool markedly improved. But then I happened to share a toe-curling kiss with a sexy Irish vampire (What? It was an accident! My lips fell on his!), and it became obvious the problem wasn't men—the problem was human men.

Unfortunately,