Pippa Pembroke is thirty-nine, a single mum to a teenage son, and fresh out of tolerance.

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Her job involves too much screen time, too many hours hunched over a laptop and an increasingly unhealthy relationship with caffeine. When her mother takes a dramatic tumble off a bird hide, Pippa finds herself back in Robins End to help with the crumbling family pub. Just for a few days. Obviously.

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Except work follows her home in the form of Havoc—goth rockstar with a flair for dramatics who's delighted by the opportunity to disappear into the middle of nowhere and immediately becomes besties with her bohemian mother.

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And then there’s Rupert Blackmore.

Tall, unfairly attractive, alarmingly good at catching things—and increasingly difficult for Pippa to explain away. So she does what any exhausted woman with an extensive supernatural television education would do. She starts paying attention.

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What she doesn’t expect is what happens when Rupert starts noticing her right back. It’s more than she bargained for.

Pippa is about to find out why she’s felt out of place all her life—ready or not.

Banter. British village madness. A slow burn so sharp it might kill you.

It’s Buffy meets Bridget Jones—with better music and considerably more swearing.

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Come for the vampire.

Stay for Robins End.

And text me when you get to the kissing scene.