A witty heroine and a sexy, alpha-hole hero. I'm Nora and in my entire afterlife, I never expected to be roommates with a possessive, cocky, sexy-as-sin vampire. Since I've been dead, no one has been able to see me, but that changed the second he stepped through the front door of my internal prison—aka my old house from before I flew the coop. I damn near made the poor man drop his blood bags when he walked in to find me chillin' in my panda PJs and eating imaginary cereal. Though Landon drives me bat-shit crazy, it's nice to have a friend, and pushing his buttons isn't all bad. There's something about the anger that burns behind those eyes that just does it for me. He’s dark, mysterious, maniacal, and downright wrong. Yet, the more he pisses me off, the more my heart warms for him. Partially because I know there’s something deep, deep down that is good, like Damon Salvatore from The Vampire Diaries. And partly, because his stupid vampire mumbo-jumbo has my lady bits dusting out the cobwebs. Thank God the logistics won’t work...or will they? It's steamy, knock-your-socks-off funny, and will leave you dreaming about bad boys with fangs for a long time to come.