Welcome to the Witches Dishes, where the food is so good you might just scream… Rose Monroe is a hopeless romantic with a terrible stutter so meeting men has pretty much been a big fat losing game for her. And that's okay, she's totally decided her fate is just to become the cool aunt someday. She hates crowds and hates speaking, because well... speaking is hard for someone like her. But she's going to do whatever it takes to help herself and her sisters succeed with their new business. Even if that means going to Dracula's house in the dead of night. Really, how scary can he be? He's been asleep for over a thousand years, surely he's mostly petrified. Still, she's no shrinking violet and she can handle one lone vampire, surely. But then she meets him and stares deep into his soulful dark eyes and she starts to think things she's never thought before. She should be focused on food. Because that's her job, right? Food. But in truth, all she can think about is what his fangs might feel like. And just how many women has he seduced in his time? And dear gods above, but what a sexy accent he has. Her hopelessly romantic heart might be in trouble, Dracula is pretty much her dream man come to... semi-life? But he's a lothario. Infamous for all the countless women he seduced and tossed away and no matter what Rose will never be just another notch on a man's belt. Dracula better watch himself, he has no idea the stuttery little witch bites back...