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…