I Accidentally Started a Vampire War

One Vegas wedding. Nine ancient houses. Forty-five nights to prove a marriage nobody asked permission for. Harper Kowalski plans weddings for a living, which is the only reason she survived her own. Now the Concord has revived a four-hundred-year-old remedy nobody has invoked since the treaty was written. Nine vampire houses must formally receive her within forty-five nights, in the correct order, with the correct forms, or the marriage is void and Lucien loses everything he bound to her. He is not permitted to speak on her behalf. Not once. Not in any of the nine. So Harper does what Harper does. She buys legal pads. She builds corkboards. She learns a dance older than the country she was born in, memorizes the funeral customs of a mountain house that greets its dead with the wrong hand on purpose, and charms an undead bookbinder in London who has been waiting ninety years for someone to ask him the right question. Because somewhere in the paperwork there is a forgery. Somebody commissioned it a lifetime ago and filed it where nobody would look until exactly now, and every gracious smile in every gilded hall belongs to a person who might have signed it. Eight doors down, one to go, and the ninth house is calling a Trial of Standing. Accidentally Yours, Book Two.