Paranormal reunions are murder. As a vampire detective, my needs are simple. I like my human PA, our spoiled Shih Tzu and solving crimes. Sure I’m set in my ways but that’s not surprising after being undead for two centuries. A reunion at the Colorado mansion of my former employer isn’t my first choice for leaving LA but I promised my PA a white Christmas. Besides professional curiosity has me wondering how my former colleagues are faring. But when our host is murdered I discover no fae, nymph, shifter, witch or demon is above suspicion. And the murderer isn’t done yet. Luckily I have a talent for solving crimes, a taste for blood and a knack at wanting the forbidden.

Unlucky. Unrelenting. Uncanny. Silverthorne, like any other vampire, loved a good pandemic. And why not? She’d lived through several of them in the past century. But now she’s playing for the good guys as a medical examiner. A paranormal street drug doing terrible things to her kind creates a different kind of challenge—returning to Nowhere, Nevada where the murderer leaves her a trail of grisly shifter corpses in this hick mountain community where she vowed to never return. Her suspects? A sumo wrestling sibling, the ex wife of the sheriff (and her former lover) plus her estranged and oh so very psycho vampire maker. Soon Silverthorne is tracking a killer who wants nothing less than everything she holds dear in her undead life. Good thing paranormal murder most foul is Silverthorne’s specialty.