I've been serving coffee to monsters for six years. I just didn't know it.

Darcy Novak works the night shift at a diner in a Colorado mountain town nobody's ever heard of. She's thirty-nine, perimenopausal, and her biggest concerns are a dying coffee maker and an ex-husband who won't stop texting. Her life is small. Predictable. Safe.

Except for the two men who've been showing up at her diner every night for six years.

Sébastien arrives at 11:15, orders espresso they don't have, tips two hundred dollars on a four-dollar coffee, and looks at her like she's a puzzle he's been solving for centuries. Because he has been. He's four hundred years old, impossibly beautiful, and very, very patient.

Colt takes the end stool at 11:45, orders black coffee he never drinks, and watches everything with pale eyes that don't miss a thing. He's rough where Sébastien is polished, flannel where Sébastien is silk—and he's been waiting just as long.

They hate each other. Have for 150 years. But they both want her.

When Darcy finally learns the truth—about what they are, about why they've been circling her, about the darkness that's been watching from the mountains—she's supposed to choose. Vampire or werewolf. Silk or flannel. Centuries of elegance or centuries of raw, rough want.

She chooses both.

And that choice wakes something ancient. Something that doesn't believe she gets to have them. Something that's coming for all three of them.