Hell hath no fury like a vampire spurned. Sassy Jade Sanchez has just been dumped after four years of devout monogamy, and she's starving for a little affection. Her self-esteem is shattered, her confidence damaged, and she's had so many ugly cries she's afraid her face will never be the same. Enter hot as hell Sam, who asks her to an upscale costume party. It sounds like just the ticket to squeeze the last bit of melancholy from her system. Hell, if she's lucky, smoking hot Sam might make a move on her. Three drinks in, and Sam abandons her to a greasy Dracula who seems bent on getting her into some sort of S&M action that involves teeth and necks and declarations that her vulnerability tastes like Chianti. She'd knee the guy in the groin except her feet have taken root to the tiles. It takes the handsome Viking host to extract her from the costumed nosferatu, but it's an ironic rescue at best. She's been recruited, and vampire bait ain't nothing if it isn't fresh.

She wanted a hot date. She found a hot vampire. After Jade's fiancé dumps her, an invite to a costume party with a handsome stranger seems like just the pick me up her self-esteem needs...until the hot date takes a supernatural turn for the deadly. Too late, she discovers vampires are real, and she's been set up as the main course. When a mysterious man dressed as a Viking tries to rescue her, she realizes he's a vampire too. Almost all of the party guests are. And even if she's been 'rescued' by one vampire from another, she is nowhere near in the clear. Because the costume Jade rented was cursed by a voodoo priestess, and even the undead can't save her now...

Not all that bleeds is breathing Jade isn't doing so well as a recruiter for billionaire vampire Magnus' elite club. In fact, she's creating more messes than she can stomach. When her latest recruitment turns ugly, she thinks the worst of her troubles is a lover's spat with Magnus. Boy, is she wrong.