One impetuous love spell could've had Jovan Hause dancing with destiny, instead she found herself flat on her back with no memory of her past, but her future looked royally smashing as she gazed into the perilous deep blue eyes of the man she just butt heads with... until she passed out. Tired of chasing one ghoul in a city of walking cadavers, Andre St. James found someone more intriguing to occupy his nights, his days and possibly his life. Drawn to the unconscious beauty he only knew one way to wake the woman: True love's kiss. The silly tale worked, just not like the charm he'd hoped for. Fate's hand dealt Jovan and Andre a full house of the perverse undead trying to steal the throne from under them, not caring who got crowned in the process. With their family's help they might live to see the sunrise and those after them? May the sun scorch them, and if that didn't work silver and stakes did."