Published: December 2, 2016
Zoe got fired, bounced a check, came up short on rent, and sold her blood. All in one week. How’d she sell her blood? It sure as heck wasn’t a plasma center. Nope, she went all out and headed to the vampire club, Claret, to get her fang on. She hadn’t counted on the vamp to be over six feet of Viking god and sexiness. Arik can put his fangs anywhere as far as she’s concerned.
Only drawback? One of the vamps Arik sired is pissy and wants to play with Zoe. Until she’s dead. Can Arik find her before his bloodchild decides he’s done playing with his food and is ready to take a hunk out of her?