I Accidentally Summoned My Fictional Boyfriend

"Rule #1 of writing romance: Never threaten your fictional bad boy at 2:00 AM"

Alice Brown is running on three cups of cold chai, zero sleep, and pure authorial spite. Her editor wants Act Two finished by Friday, but her infuriating vampire lead refuses to cooperate. In a moment of sleep-deprived rage, she types a petty note directly into her manuscript: She didn’t expect the thunderstorm. She didn’t expect the blackout. And she definitely didn’t expect the lethal, six-foot-tall vampire in a black leather jacket to materialize beside her desk, furious, smelling of expensive bourbon, and demanding to know why she made him kiss another woman in Chapter Twelve. Now Alice is trapped in her tiny Queens walk-up with the fictional man she’s spent months obsessing over on paper. Worse? A glowing ancient sigil has burned into their skin, tethering their life forces together. If they separate, it burns. Which means Damon goes wherever Alice goes: awkward publishing lunches, subway rides where he mistakes AirPods for demonic possession, and formal Manhattan galas where he actively threatens anyone who so much as touches her waist. Damon is arrogant, selfish, and dangerously overprotective. But beneath the smirks and the whiskey, Alice discovers the real scars of a century-old survivor. And when a cosmic entity begins tearing through reality to swallow the manuscript that brought him to life, Alice is confronted with the most terrifying plot twist of all: Did she accidentally write a love that will defy the universe... or a curse that will destroy them both?