Vampires. Not the midlife crisis I expected. When I finally got around to dating after my jackhole of a husband walked out on my fortieth birthday, I thought personal grooming was my biggest worry. Until I went on a date with a vampire and ended up fighting for my life. Now I see magic—and danger—everywhere I look, and somehow I’m the one responsible for keeping everyone safe. It’s worse than being roped into heading a PTA committee. Well…maybe. Anyway, whatever happened to finding a teenage girl to be the Chosen One? Still, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep the people I love safe. I might even be willing to protect that jackhole ex. But only if I have to.