The Vampire King’s Author

"I spent ten months writing his death. Now, I have three weeks to save his life."

To the world, I am S. V. Sterling, bestselling romance author. My cardinal rule has always been simple: readers want heartbreak. So, when it came time to write the final chapter of The Crimson Crown, I gave them high tragedy, condemning my arrogant, devastatingly handsome vampire king, Lucien Ashford, to bleed out on page 412. Then I closed my laptop in Boston and woke up inside the book. Trapped in the fragile body of an orphaned library archivist who was never supposed to matter, I find myself standing within the frozen granite walls of Highthorne Keep. And worse, standing directly in front of Lucien himself. He is everything I wrote: ruthless, aristocratic, terrifyingly calm, and instantly suspicious of the girl who looks at him like he’s already a corpse. I had a foolproof survival plan: keep my head down, let Lucien fall for his designated heroine, and slip out before the final battle. Except the story is breaking. The heroine wants nothing to do with him, the pages are rewriting themselves, and a feral attack in the snow forces Lucien to bind us together through an ancient, sacred blood oath. An oath that blows open an unfiltered, two-way emotional tether. Suddenly, I am drowning in his three centuries of bone-deep loneliness and lethal fury, while he feels every drop of my modern sarcasm, my hidden terrors, and my humiliating, scorching attraction to him. He doesn't look at the heroine anymore. His pale silver eyes are locked entirely onto me. With the Blood Moon bearing down and an ancient shadow hunting us, I realize fate is still desperate to force my original ending into existence. To save the man I brought into the dark, I have to defy an ancient prophecy, shatter my own script, and risk giving up everything I left behind. He was born to bleed on the final page. I was the one holding the pen. And this time, the monster is demanding a rewrite.