Waking up undead is just the start of my bad night.
This night is going from bad to worse. My roommate is dead. My sexy neighbor, who I've never worked up the guts to talk to before, is standing in my living room. I have a gold amulet I just stole from the museum hidden in my pocket. Oh, and I'm dead... or undead?
All the myths about vampires, were-wolves, and the like? Turns out, all true. My sexy neighbor claims I'm a vampire now. I don't quite believe him, but then again, he turned into a coyote in front of me. Jackal, whatever. Plus, you know, my new fangs.
Oh, did I mention my sexy neighbor is an ex-cop? And his cop buddies just knocked down my door. I'm pretty sure this night can't get any worse... I'm probably wrong.
*Ritual of the Ancients
is an urban fantasy with a trans-masc protagonist and a MM romance.