Afterlife of the Party

LOVE SUCKS

I didn't even want to go to the party.

Seriously, I'd rather have stayed home with my librarian-witch grandmother and her mystical book club than go. But my best friend Skyler begged me. So I went.

And it was the worst party of my life. The last party of my life.

Not only was the band downright horrible, but the lead singer bit me afterward. And then stole Skyler.

Now I'm chasing down a band of angry vamps with my other best friend

Vaughn in tow—and a buttload of feelings between us we can't even begin to address. And worse, I'm changing into something else ...

Let the afterlife begin.