Hunting My Holidate

The wrong kind of dating hunt...

By night we’re known as world most famous popstars . . . Chanegan. Stadiums of people chant our names and wear our merch, but the bright lights of the stage are just a cover story. An alias. By day we’re known as The Virtues, angelic hunters who protect the humans from the secret supernatural world lingering in their shadows.

While they sing our songs we make sure the prey never becomes the victim. Platinum records were nothing compared to our perfect hunting record. No criminal could escape us . . . until now.

After all these centuries we’ve finally met our match: a pair of vampire fix-it brothers with ties to the original mafia and eyes the color of sunshine. They operate just under our noses, always two steps ahead with a mischievous grin that makes us weak in the knees.

Catching criminals is our job.

Falling for the enemy is not.