Every vampire in the city loses their memories after feeding. But one vampire remembers her. And that should be impossible. Dark, addictive, and filled with deadly romance, The Vampire Who Remembered Me is a gothic paranormal fantasy about memory, obsession, betrayal, and a love powerful enough to defy immortality itself.

Helen Bloom has everything money can buy, and on her eighteenth birthday, she expects the usual: a lavish celebration, expensive gifts, and polite attention from people who barely know her.Instead, she gets something else entirely. Her parents announce she’ll be leaving New York behind and spending the year in Ashridge, a quiet mountain town in Colorado, living with her mother’s old college roommate and her family. Forced into a world she doesn’t understand, Helen arrives in Ashridge determined to survive it, not belong to it. But the Bennet family is nothing like the people she’s used to. They are warm, loud, grounded, and infuriatingly kind without expecting anything in return.Then there’s Laura Bennet.Confident, athletic, and effortlessly at home in the mountains, Laura is everything Helen isn’t, and somehow everything she starts to need. Laura doesn’t bend around Helen’s sharp edges. She challenges them, teases them, and stays anyway.Helen tells herself it’s admiration. Anything but what it starts to feel like. But in a town where everyone knows your name and nothing stays hidden for long, feelings have a way of catching up.When Helen begins to feel something dangerously close to love, she’s forced to confront the one truth she’s been running from all along:Maybe home was never a place she left behind. Maybe it’s a person she keeps getting drawn to.