THE VAMPIRE WORE PRADA

Two centuries of staying out of the story ended the moment a dead influencer wore my name on a livestream.

Celeste Fontaine has perfected the art of invisible immortality: flawless skincare, impeccable taste, and an ironclad rule about never being the interesting thing at the party. For 179 years, she's worked it. Fashion cycles through her like seasons, and she remains exactly what she appears to be: beautiful, adjacent to chaos, impossible to pin down.

Then Tinsley Rowe, beauty industry's reigning executioner, applies a counterfeit of Celeste's signature lip gloss on camera and dies in spectacular, documented detail. Half a million witnesses. One murder weapon. And a lipstick tube bearing Celeste's name.

Enter Detective Miles Corrigan, the one man in a room full of cameras who isn't looking at Celeste's face. He's reading fonts. He's smelling flowers that shouldn't exist in spring. He's asking questions that make a 200-year-old woman realize that being careful and being alive have finally stopped being the same thing.

Because someone wanted Tinsley dead and Celeste destroyed in one perfect gesture. And if two centuries of vampiric survival have taught her anything, it's this: when the story finally corners you, the only way out is through.

Even if going through means keeping a heartbeat in the picture.

A paranormal whodunit for readers who love their paranormal fiction witty, their vampires modern, and their romance earned through actual conversation.