“He's one of the most influential men in the city. No scrap that, the world. He lives in the penthouse suite at The Shard, and has enough money to fill the skyscraper a thousand times over. He's handsome, polite, and hells fire is cooler than his Grecian body. He makes my nervous system tic, and he wants me. So yeah, it's freaking me out.”
I met him at the charity banquet I was forced to attend. I was supposed to be writing an article, getting the inside scoop. To interview the bigwigs of the energy industry on their own turf. But when the event benefactor took a seat directly across from me, my rationality took a nosedive, fast.
Adrien Knight. Hot. Dark. Rich. Intimidating. His flaming hazel eyes would not release me, and boy did he make me squirm in my seat. I made a fool of myself, and when I left that night, I thought it would be the last time I would encounter Mr Rich, but I was wrong. After several calamitous meetings, and a very bizarre encounter with his executive friends, things moved fast. He made me feel like a queen, and brought my body to life in ways I never thought imaginable.
I thought things were great, until a darkness took control. I should have seen it. The headaches, the shades, and the mood swings. I should have known something wasn’t quite right. But how could I possibly predict an unbelievable truth. London is plagued with vampires, and Adrien Knight is the Executive to them all.
My name is Liz Lovell, and this is my story.
Warning: This novel is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. Contains explicit love scenes, adult humour, and mature content throughout.