In my world demons ride the electrics and vampires are the number one wet dream in everyone's fantasy until the safe word is forgotten. Then it all ends in tears and a sharp stake. Or a beheading ... because better safe than sorry.

It's one of those weeks where things escalate quickly. Your favourite client gets himself prince-napped. Then there's the unexpected house visit from his very great aunt, the Empress; who knew she did those? And who knew she'd demand answers from me? But that's not the worst part of the week. The truly horrendous thorn in my side is working with the biggest, baddest, hottest vampire of them all because someone is making zombies. And that's treason!

So now I'm riding shotgun with the city's favourite poster boy vampire, and because he's BFFs with the Empress, I can't stake him either. Not unless I find him in a very compromising situation...