I met him at the charity banquet I had to attend. I was supposed to be writing an article, interviewing the bigwigs of the energy industry on their own turf. But when the 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 he made 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. I was wrong.
After several calamitous meetings, and a very weird encounter with his executive friends, things moved fast. He made me feel like a queen, bringing my body to life in ways I never thought possible. That is until a darkness took control. I should have seen it. The headaches, the shades, the mood swings. I should have known something wasn't right. But how could I possibly predict an unbelievable truth. London is plagued with vampires, and Adrien Knight is the...