Mara has always been the world’s worst vampire—sarcastic, goth, and almost twenty-nine without ever finding her fated type. Born into a lineage where blood only matters once you hit twenty-nine, she’s managed to coast on coffee, cinnamon rolls, and sheer deadpan stubbornness. But with Halloween—and her birthday—looming, time is running out. If she doesn’t find the one person whose blood sings to her, she’ll fade. And Mara is almost ready to accept that fate… until she stumbles into a blood drive staffed by one maddeningly bright, pumpkin-sock-wearing phlebotomist.

Harper lives for color, chaos, and a good pun. Running her Halloween blood drive is the highlight of her season, complete with skeleton mascots and pumpkin-spice everything. So when a too-cool goth girl wanders in with sunglasses and a smirk, Harper can’t resist poking at her armor. Mara is frustrating, magnetic, and definitely hiding something—but Harper’s never been afraid to chase what she wants. And what she wants, increasingly, is Mara.

When hunger and attraction collide, Mara realizes Harper isn’t just her type—she’s the only chance Mara has to survive. But confessing the truth is harder than surviving centuries of sarcasm, especially when Harper mistakes fangs for flirtation and secrets for betrayal. Between flour fights, movie nights, and one very explosive kiss, their banter turns into something undeniable. Now Mara has three weeks to prove that forever can be messy, funny, and fiercely romantic… if Harper takes a drop of a chance on her.