Bizarre didn’t begin to cover what had hap-pened to my reality. I had two immortal men vying for my affection. One of my suitors was a vampire slash Catholic priest slash slayer. The other was a blue-blood vampire burdened by a martyr complex, outcast by the church he died trying to protect. I was now Sacrosanctus-ish, sporting flaming eyes and running from the Boogieman—a rouge priest who hunted us for nefarious purposes yet to be revealed. And then there was Juliette. God only knew what evil my mirror twin was up to with her bloodsucking, soulless boyfriend.
My life had deteriorated into a mega buffet of crazy and I didn’t have a clue how to live it. They say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade, but there wasn’t enough sugar in the world to sweeten this hot mess.