Lady Luck missed her flight to Dublin. My enemies, however, did not. All I need to do is stay alive until my forty-fifth birthday, and then the rest of my life will be mine to screw up without the help of my family’s curse.
A couple rogue vampires and the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on will do everything they can to derail my plans. Okay, maybe I don’t mind the hot man so much. Hopefully the ancestors will help a sister out for the next thirty-six hours.
Midlife isn’t supposed to be this dangerous.