A Good Death — Julie Morgan

Born with greatness thrust upon you brings tremendous responsibility. Unless, of course, your name is Maggie Grace Evans. In my line of work, only men were supposed to be hunters. Too bad they didn't realize the best hunter around was me. Living life in Las Vegas, the mothership of most vampires, my presence is requested by one of the ring leaders in the territory... Rafael. Easy on the eyes didn't begin to describe this man, err, monster. He has this way with words, and the way he looks at me, he makes me go all soft and gooey. I hate it and should hate him, but I don't. What do they say about forbidden love? That it's forbidden for a reason? Probably, but the moment I let my guard down, Rafael does the unthinkable. But what really chaps my hide is when I find out I have a guardian angel by my side and he tells me I'm now a grim reaper. Did I just win the jackpot for having the worst luck in all of existence? Not only do I hunt vampires, now I'm responsible for reaping the dead as well. This is a whole new level of messed up no one would ever wish on their worst enemy. Well, bring it on karma because there's some payback to be had.