Dark Vintage Complete Series

Cari

How hard is it to die? 

Don’t ask me. I’ve been failing at it for a year. 

My father lost his life in a fatal car wreck while I walked away without a scratch. 

Now I taunt that bastard Death on a daily basis. 

Volcano hopping. Street racing. Skydiving. 

But then Death comes for me.

Hadrian 

For centuries, I’ve been a dead vampire walking. 

No warmth, no feeling. No reason to live.

Then she bursts into my life. 

A mortal daredevil with a carefree laugh. 

She literally falls from the sky and into my arms. 

She’s got a death wish and I’ve got a hunger only she can slake.

She’s my prey, but she wants to leave? 

No way. She’s mine. And I’m never letting her go.

HE OWNS MY DEBT BUT HE WON'T TAKE MY MONEY. 

ALL HE WANTS IS ME.

Gaius Serrano is a mysterious figure in the world of wine. He’s arrogant. Darkly handsome. 

And—my instinct warns me—dangerous.  He’s the last person I want owning my family’s debt. 

Since my parents died, I’ve been responsible for my sibling's future and fortunes in the form of our family’s business. I’ll pay any price to get it back. 

But he doesn’t want my money. He wants to master my pleasure. One night for one share of the business. If I give myself to him, I can earn my business back piece by piece.

I have no choice. I have to take the deal. I fall into his arms, into his bed. Into a world of passion that threatens to consume us both.

Because Gaius doesn’t want mere pieces of me. He wants all of me.

He’ll bring me to the edge over and over again until he breaks me. 

Until he makes me his.

This little panther shifter thinks she’s captured me. Me; one of the most feared vampires in history.

I like the feel of her claws, so I’ll stay put. 

I like the heat of her flesh in my hands, so I’ll let her think she has a hold on me.

I like the sweet taste of her lips, the ones above and below her belt, so I’m more than happy to keep her sassy mouth occupied.

What I can’t do is penetrate that most sacred part of her. I’m a massive goliath. She’s a wee kitten. I’d split her in two.

Doesn’t mean I can’t pet her and make her purr.

The problem is, the more she rubs her lush curves against me, the more the beast below stirs, ready to claim her untouched heat.

I can’t let it go that far. If I do, it will surely break us both.