In a city that never sleeps, Morgan is just trying to stay out of the sun. Literally. Between her severe sunlight urticaria, a deadly garlic allergy, and a skin-blistering reaction to silver, Morgan's life is a medical nightmare of isolation and blackout curtains. In the neon-soaked streets of Las Vegas, people don't see a woman with a rare condition; they see a creature of the night. Tired of explaining her "quirky" medical history, Morgan decides to lean into the rumor. She dyes her hair black, masters the brooding stare, and joins a local support group for vampires. It's the perfect cover-until she realizes she's the only one there who actually has a pulse. Surrounded by a 1970s pimp, a Victorian gentleman, a Grunge slacker, and a Flapper with a sharp tongue, Morgan is convinced she's found the world's most dedicated roleplayers. They speak in cryptic era-slang and complain about "the thirst" and "the code of silence." Meanwhile, the vampires are convinced Morgan is a senile ancient so old she's forgotten how to feed. But when a persistent vampire hunter in a pizza-delivery uniform starts stalking the group, Morgan's life of pretend becomes dangerously real. In a comedy of errors spanning decades of history and the darkest corners of Vegas, Morgan must find a way to survive her new friends-and the man trying to stake them. Darkly funny and packed with era-spanning wit, this paranormal comedy is for anyone who ever felt like they didn't belong-even among the undead.