What do you get when you mix an ethical vampire and a rising Oxford academic?
Heat. Hot, hot, steamy heat.
Welcome to the world of Oxford's Most Ancient Order of Ethical Vampires.
They don't hunt, they solicit.
They don't kill, they merely drain their prey and recycle them.
They don't terrorize the townies, they skulk in the shadows, careful to mind their manners.
That is, until the bloodlust is awoken in them.
Then all bets are off.
Stithulf Vrykolakas Upiór has stalked the shadows of Oxford University for centuries. But when Maeve Blue catches his eye, his world's turned upside down. He can't think. He can't work. Hell, he can't even skulk. It's all Maeve, Maeve, Maeve. Problem is, the ancient laws that bind him to his clan require him to gain her consent before proceeding with, well, the delectable proceedings.
He's a hottie - chiseled, moody, with abs a-plenty - but when he reveals himself to be a vampire, Maeve wants nothing to do with him. Vampires give her the willies (and not in a good way). To make matters worse, she has a raging case of amnesia, which is weird in a thirty-year old, but when the scales fall from her eyes and she realizes who she is, her world is rocked to the core.
The battle of wills commences, him in hot pursuit, her hot in the panties.
Prepare yourself for a vampire-mafia rom-com romp.
Come for the giggles, stay for the steam. Oh, and the gore. Yep, there's gore. Like I said, once the lust is awakened, all bets are off.
You are, after all, what you are, nurture be damned.