Winemaker Sorrel Dovewood never expected her late-night tastings to include fangs, blood-elixirs, and a vampire curator whose kiss tastes like forbidden vintage. Linnea Hawkhollow's cool palate meets Sorrel's warm pulse in candlelit rituals of charcuterie, sonnets, and unhurried sips from wrist to thigh. Add one irreverent best friend and a stuffy rival turned eager playmate, and the vineyard ferments into seven nights of giggling, explicit indulgence. Cozy, kinky, and deliciously sapphic.