Blood and Buttercups

Life is weird. One day, you're in the garden, tending your tulips and growing your flower farm business, and the next, your doctor is handing you a prescription for synthetic blood and signing you up for vampire support groups.

Hi, I'm Piper Edwards, and I'm pre-vampiric. Here are a few things I didn't know a month ago:

The cute guy who visits my flower stall at the farmer's market every week is a vampire. And he's not so cute. He's a stalker.

Vampires have a lot of food options. If you don't like prescription synthetic blood, there are subscription services that will deliver exotic animal blood to your doorstep every week. Organic, free-range, wild-caught—the options are endless.

The government requires all infected individuals to be assigned to a conservator. Mostly, they hang around to help their pre-vamps learn the ropes and navigate their new diet. But if you're a really lucky pre-vamp, your conservator will be a wicked-hot, recently demoted hunter who will hold your hand at doctor's appointments and track down your stalker, bodyguard style.

In case you're not sure, I got lucky. My conservator's name is Noah, and this is our story...