I Accidentally Married a Vampire

Harper Brooks has a five-year plan, a color-coded calendar, and an extremely organized approach to every problem life has thrown at her. Waking up legally married to a vampire prince was not on the plan. To be fair, she had champagne. He had centuries of composure and apparently no objection to rooftop chapels at midnight. And the marriage certificate is entirely real, issued by Clark County, Nevada, signed in the elegant handwriting of a man who has been practicing penmanship since 1672. Lucien Devereaux needs her to understand three things. First: the marriage cannot simply be annulled. Second: an ancient supernatural law has been activated, and several rival vampire houses are now aware of her existence. Third: he is genuinely sorry about all of this, though he is finding it surprisingly difficult to regret. Harper needs him to understand one thing: She will be keeping her career, her independence, her privacy, and access to good coffee at all times. She intends to handle this the way she handles everything—with a legal pad, a plan, and the particular stubbornness of a woman who has never once let a problem become a personality trait. What neither of them planned for is everything that happens next. Because somewhere between vampire politics, dangerous rivals, disastrous coffee, and a marriage neither of them expected, Harper and Lucien discover that love was never the problem. Choice was. I Accidentally Married a Vampire is a warm, funny, and romantic paranormal love story about a luxury event planner, a three-hundred-and-fifty-four-year-old vampire prince, and the specific chaos of accidentally falling in love when you were only trying to sort out the paperwork.