She wanted a luxury singles cruise. She got a six-hundred-year-old vampire with a hoarding problem.
At forty-five, Megan has a thriving cleaning business, a perfectly satisfying life, and absolutely no interest in hearing another married friend ask who's going to take care of her when she's old.
She can take care of herself, thank you very much.
What she could use is a luxury cruise, an unlimited drinks package, and some wildly irresponsible sex. Preferably with someone she'll never have to see again.
Enter Robert.
Filthy rich. Ridiculously handsome. Owner of an enormous Victorian mansion stuffed with centuries of priceless antiques, sentimental junk, and one spectacularly ugly lamp.
He's offering Megan a small fortune to help him pack up his entire life. All she has to do is sort through centuries of questionable purchasing decisions, convince him that he doesn't need to keep every damn thing he's ever owned, and resist the urge to climb him like a tree.
Easy money.
Unfortunately, the dollar signs in Megan's eyes are keeping her from noticing one rather fangtastic detail.
But Megan's got excursions to pay for, and she's beginning to think that a man who pays in gold coins and looks spectacular with his sleeves rolled up deserves a little consideration.
Especially if he actually knows what he's doing in bed.
After all, what's the worst that could happen?
A filthy, funny, gloriously irreverent paranormal romantic comedy about a fiercely independent midlife heroine, a hopelessly sentimental creature of the night, and a cleaning job that's about to get very, very dirty.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
At forty-five, Megan has a thriving cleaning business, a perfectly satisfying life, and absolutely no interest in hearing another married friend ask who's going to take care of her when she's old.
She can take care of herself, thank you very much.
What she could use is a luxury cruise, an unlimited drinks package, and some wildly irresponsible sex. Preferably with someone she'll never have to see again.
Enter Robert.
Filthy rich. Ridiculously handsome. Owner of an enormous Victorian mansion stuffed with centuries of priceless antiques, sentimental junk, and one spectacularly ugly lamp.
He's offering Megan a small fortune to help him pack up his entire life. All she has to do is sort through centuries of questionable purchasing decisions, convince him that he doesn't need to keep every damn thing he's ever owned, and resist the urge to climb him like a tree.
Easy money.
Unfortunately, the dollar signs in Megan's eyes are keeping her from noticing one rather fangtastic detail.
But Megan's got excursions to pay for, and she's beginning to think that a man who pays in gold coins and looks spectacular with his sleeves rolled up deserves a little consideration.
Especially if he actually knows what he's doing in bed.
After all, what's the worst that could happen?
A filthy, funny, gloriously irreverent paranormal romantic comedy about a fiercely independent midlife heroine, a hopelessly sentimental creature of the night, and a cleaning job that's about to get very, very dirty.
Genre: Paranormal Romance