I’m in a rut, itching for a change of scenery. When I hear about a cruise for supernaturals, I’m ready to jump onboard. I’m used to serving supernaturals where I bartend at a retro rock club and feel more comfortable around those who are different. An Alaskan cruise sounds like the perfect escape. I can admire stunning scenery and sip late-night cocktails while we sail. Then I meet a hot guitarist while attending his classic rock cover show. One teensy (or make that huge) problem. I’m squeamish about blood, and he’s a vampire. No way, no day. When he accidentally sprays me with blood, we’re both so mortified we could dive overboard. One thing is I plan to avoid Damien for the rest of this cruise. But my new witch friend has another idea…