Maeve (an art-loving, 400-year-old vampire model) and Scott (a goofy human frontman for an undiscovered gem of a bar band) try to stay one step ahead of police, vampire slayers, and shadowy syndicates of ambitious undead thugs as they struggle to identify and eliminate a psychotic stalker who is hounding Maeve’s every move and dismembering any men perceived as getting too close to her. More
Maeve McKenna is a vampire with an eye for talent.
In life, Maeve was a renowned baroque art model, a muse for some of the greatest artistic minds of her era, from Rubens, to Monteverdi, to Caravaggio. In un-death, she quickly realized that there was a reason she wasn't running into very many thousand-year-old vampires: when you lack a sense of purpose, living forever isn’t nearly the deal it seems at the start.
Maeve has dedicated her immortal life to finding and developing a series of protégés—names such as Mozart, Beethoven, and Jimmy Hendrix are all among her more impressive projects. When she meets Scott, a supremely gifted frontman for a struggling bar band, she thinks she may have found the next big thing. There's only one problem: someone from her past is stalking her every move, and the dismembered, artistically arranged bodies of her former lovers are starting to pile up.
You'd think that it would be easy enough for Maeve to put a face to a stalker who has intimate knowledge of her love life and leaves elaborate threats in Latin, but Maeve has had a lot of time to make enemies. There's her life-long rival Claudia, a rake-thin sociopathic social climber who has been absolutely insufferable ever since Maeve's Rubenesque figure fell out of fashion in favour of ‘heroin chic.’ Or the Van Riper Order, a family of vampire slayers who have been sore with her ever since she seduced and deflowered the son of their leader the night before his induction into their senior ranks. There are even rumblings that a shadowy syndicate of power-hungry vampires may have orchestrated the release of a long-imprisoned, utterly insane former flame.
As if all of this wasn’t bad enough, an annoyingly persistent detective is on the verge of busting her for the (justifiably) brutal murder of Pornstache and Mullet, two slimy perverts who got a little too hands-on with her on the worst possible night. If Maeve can’t find a way to give the detective the slip and scare some serious leads out of the right people, then it’s only a matter of time before she and poor Scott ends up as a gruesome masterpieces on the wrong end of her stalker’s razor sharp tools of choice!