Road Trip with a Vampire

Jenna Levine‘s My Vampires series has been one of my favorite things to happen in the last couple of years. After loving the first two books, I was excited for the third installment in the trilogy, Road Trip with a Vampire. This one introduces new characters (though Zelda was mentioned in the previous book).

Zelda spent 400 years wreaking havoc as a witch, but has spent the past decade trying to live a quiet, mostly magic-free life running a yoga studio in Northern California. But then her best friend unexpectedly sends an amnesiac vampire her way, so she ends up trying to help Peter get his memory back. But as they roadtrip to Indiana, where threatening letters lead Peter, they are starting to learn that he may not have been a very good guy before all this. Can he and Zelda come to terms with his dark past… and the obvious spark between them?

What I Liked:

• It’s so funny! Like the previous two books, Road Trip with a Vampire is pure, escapist fun. There’s so much humor throughout, and even with some high stakes danger, it comes across more silly and ridiculous than genuinely unnerving. I found myself laughing throughout my time reading this, something I’ve really needed lately.
• Zelda and Peter are both reformed “bad” people. She was an infamous troublemaker for centuries; he was working as a hired fang who instilled fear in others. Both have reputations and regrets (in Peter’s case, as he learns more about who he was), but both want to be better now. I liked seeing these two imperfect characters find a way forward together.
• Opposites attract. Zelda was a firecracker for most of her immortal existence, even if she tries to keep that under wraps now. Peter is super serious and methodical. Despite their differences, though, these two fit so well together. I loved seeing these strangers gradually grow closer to each other.
• Multi-media excerpts beginning each chapter. While the majority of the book is told from Zelda’s POV, each chapter starts with either a brief glimpse into Peter’s inner world or an excerpt from a book, newspaper, journal, or other form of media. It’s a fun way to add scope to the whole story.

Final Thoughts

Road Trip with a Vampire was such a joy to read. It’s fun and hilarious, but also full of heart and a wonderful arc of redemption. Anyone who enjoys paranormal romance with spice, a bit of danger, and a lot of humor will love this. The whole series was excellent and I look forward to reading whatever is next from Jenna Levine.

Special thanks to the publicists at Penguin Random House, Berkley, and NetGalley for providing me with an ARC of this book!

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You can buy Road Trip with a Vampire here – it’s available as a paperback, ebook, and audiobook.

Road Trip with a Vampire by Jenna Levine
Series	My Vampires (#3)
Audience	Adult
Genre	Paranormal Romance
Setting	California; Nevada; Wyoming; Michigan; Illinois; Indiana
Number of Pages	416
Format I Read	Ebook (NetGalley ARC)
Original Publication Date	September 23, 2025
Publisher	Berkley

Official Summary

A vampire who can’t remember his past and a witch with secrets of her own hit the road in this zany, cross-country romantic comedy from beloved author Jenna Levine.

Reformed bad witch Grizelda “Zelda” Watson had hoped to never see another vampire again when she slipped away to sunny California for a fresh start. She’d grown tired of them and their nonsense ages ago. But when a vampire with amnesia unexpectedly shows up on her doorstep with a letter from her old friend Reggie, and asks for her help, she can’t say no. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that Peter Elliott is tall and gorgeous, looks great in yoga shorts, and has the kind of dark hair and surly expression Zelda’s been a sucker for for hundreds of years.

Peter isn’t completely harmless—he is fanged, after all—but he’s harmless enough, and soon becomes the only person in Zelda’s new life who knows the truth about what she is. If she can help him decipher the cryptic notes in his journal, the only clues to his lost memories, she might as well try before sending him on his way.

But when an alarming message from Peter’s past coincides with a clear sign that Zelda can’t keep running from her own, they embark on a cross-country road trip for answers—only to find what they’re looking for in each other.

Excerpt from Road Trip with a Vampire

Updated Excerpt from The Annals of Vampyric Lore, Seventeenth Edition, pages 1123-24

Watson, Grizelda (b. ~1625, approximate; England): Little is known about Grizelda Watson’s earliest life. She first rose to prominence in the late eighteenth century due to her then-unrivaled flair for the dramatic and her penchant for outlandish practical jokes. Her infamy grew exponentially in the last quarter of the nineteenth century when she adopted the nickname Grizelda the Terrible. She allegedly committed a series of crimes involving arson in what is now the American Pacific Northwest and in Chicago during the early twentieth century. “I like to watch things burn,” she once told a confidant.

Ms. Watson made few public appearances in the earliest part of the twenty-first century. Unsubstantiated rumors suggest that Ms. Watson now goes by the name Zelda Turret and runs a popular yoga studio in Northern California.

Before her disappearance, Ms. Watson was famously quoted as saying she “laughs hard, lives hard, and plays hard.” She briefly had groupies in the final decades of the twentieth century, shortly before her disappearance, many of whom adopted this quote as their mantra. T-shirts with this saying can still be found on Etsy.

Once upon a time, I was a bad bitch. Or more accurately, a bad witch.

People used to cower when they heard my name. Vampires especially. Sure, my reputation for sowing chaos had been only partly earned from things I actually did, but that had never bothered me. It was almost funny, what people thought and what they’d believe based on nothing but rumor and hearsay. One of my favorite things to do in the bad old days had been to start rumors about myself just to see how far they’d fly. I’d even made a sport of it.

Until one day, it wasn’t fun anymore, and I walked away from all of it.

Anyway, all that had been a decade and a lifetime ago.

Now, in my very different new life-dressed in my workout gear in the alley behind my yoga studio, my hair pulled back into a messy ponytail-all I had to do was to pick up a large cardboard box of trash and chuck it into the dumpster in front of me.

Without magic.

How quickly my life had changed.

I reminded myself I could do this. If I could set fire to half of Europe with nothing but the wind at my back-or so the legends about me used to go-surely I could do this.

I took a deep breath and bent at the knees as I slid my hands beneath the bottom of the box. It wasn’t heavy, but it was large and unwieldy, nearly coming up to my waist. I was as small as I had once been fearsome, barely five foot two and with short arms to match. Using magic to dispose of this trash would have been much easier, but that was out of the question.

Unfortunately, I hadn’t done my nightly ritual before coming outside. A stupid oversight. So on top of my body being about twenty-five percent too small to adequately handle this job, now my hands were shaking. No sooner had I lifted the box a few inches off the ground than it slipped from my arms. Much of its contents-mostly yoga mats and leotards that had been ruined when our roof had leaked during a freak rainstorm last week-spilled out onto the pavement.

Fuck.

It had taken me forever to lug that thing out here. Now I’d have to spend another ten minutes picking everything up and starting all over again.

I was just about to get to it when I straightened and saw something that pushed all thoughts of ruined leotards and overlarge boxes out of my head.

Or rather-someone.

It was past ten, and the only light to see by came from the moon, partially obscured by clouds. But even if I didn’t have such preternaturally good night vision that I could spot a falcon a hundred yards away in the middle of a dark forest, it still would have been impossible to miss the giant man who stepped into the alley and directly into my line of sight.

This man was-no exaggeration-the most gorgeous hunk of handsome I’d seen since moving to my new community. He had the kind of broad-shouldered build I’d only seen a handful of times outside romance novels and wore a snug-fitting black T-shirt that did him all kinds of favors. When he crossed his arms across his chest, it pulled the sleeves of his shirt taut, showing off well-defined biceps that suggested he spent more time in a gym than anyone really ought to.

His wavy dark brown hair looked purposely unkempt and curled up just enough at the nape to suggest it had been a while since his last haircut. I bet it would be soft as hell were someone to reach up and give his locks a tug.

Not that I was imagining doing exactly that as I stared at him.

He cleared his throat. It broke the spell. Too late, I realized we were all alone in a dark alley and he had at least a foot on me. Back in the day, if this man had wanted to hurt me, it would have taken less than a thimbleful of my power to send him running. But things were different now.

In my new life, I used as little magic as I could get away with. To someone in the mood for violence, I looked like an easy target.

Excerpted from Road Trip with a Vampire by Jenna Levine Copyright © 2025 by Jenna Levine. Excerpted by permission of Berkley. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.