Vampire Romance Books Facebook ad: “He woke up… and saw me first.”

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She woke a 450-year-old vampire lord… and now he’s magically bound to her. Read Cursed With Benefits on KindleUnlimited. Something beneath shifted—a hollow sound, followed by a soft click. A section of floor beside me lifted, hinges groaning, until a small panel popped open like a hidden door. Cold air rushed out, smelling like damp stone. I stared into the darkness gaping up at me. “Oh, cool,” I said. “Trap doors. That’s totally normal.” My phone, still recording, slid a few inches toward the opening. The beam from my phone’s flashlight caught a narrow staircase leading into shadow. “Nope,” I said firmly. “No thank you.” I picked up my phone, steadied my wine‑smeared hand, and stepped through anyway. Because apparently, I don’t make good choices when I’m scared. Or tipsy. Or alive. The stairs ended in a small room with stone walls, cold air, and the faint smell of mildew. My flashlight beam caught on dust motes drifting through narrow cracks in the floorboards above, where slivers of light spilled down like lazy spotlights. “Well,” I said to no one, because apparently that was my thing now, “this feels perfectly normal and not at all like a mistake.” The space was small but deep, carved into the bones of the house. A tapestry hung crooked on one wall, its fabric stiff with age and dust, the image too faded to make out. In the middle of the room sat a massive stone coffin. Of course there was a coffin. It was big enough to fit two grown adults plus a male ego. The lid was covered in intricate carvings—spirals, runes, and faint lines that glistened when my flashlight swept over them. I crouched down for a better look. I should’ve left it at that. I should’ve gotten my ass downstairs, locked myself in the guest room, and crocheted my anxiety into something wearable. But I was wine‑bold and deeply unbothered by common sense. I brushed my fingertips over one of the symbols. The stone pulsed faintly beneath my touch, warm for a second, then cool again. Or… I was drunk. Hard to tell. “That’s… probably fine.” There was a Latin phrase carved across the center, the letters so deep they caught the light. Squinting, I leaned closer. “Dominum ex tenebris,” I read in the worst British accent imaginable. “That’s right, I’m a classy bitch and bilingual.” I took a triumphant sip of wine. Satisfied, I turned to leave— —and the floor shivered. A low hum spread through the air, quiet at first, then building. My skin prickled. “Oh no. Oh no, no, no.” One by one, the symbols began to glow. The hum became a vibration that rattled through the floorboards. Static filled the room, a fizzing pressure that buzzed behind my teeth. The flashlight on my phone faltered. “Okay,” I said, backing up, my voice wobbling. “Cool party trick. Love the vibes.” Papers fluttered from the corners, wind coming from nowhere, swirling dust around me in a frantic spiral. “Oh crap,” I said, clutching my wine like it could save me. Then the coffin lid groaned.

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He woke up… and saw me first.

House-sitting a creepy mansion was supposed to be easy—until Nadia accidentally wakes up a grumpy vampire lord who’s now magically bound to her.