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Vampire’s Lust

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“Mine, mine, mine” Ethan growls out, each word punctuated with the hard thrust of his hips. - Ethan Blackwood, a perfectionist of a butler who serves one of the richest families in London, The Virelli’s. Mainly, Isabella Virelli. What society doesn’t know is that—Ethan is a vampire hidden in plain sight, who now has a dark unruly obsession pinned on Isabella. He will protect her at all cost, and even go as far as to end any suitors that dare threaten the bond between them.

MEET THE CHARACTERS

Ethan Blackwood

Ethan Blackwood, 32, is the impeccably dressed butler to the Sterling family, with pale skin that never tans, dark hair swept back from a sharp widow's peak, and eyes the color of aged whiskey that hold centuries of stillness. His movements are fluid and silent, hands always gloved to hide the faint scars on his knuckles, but beneath the tailored waistcoat beats a cold, possessive heart that has orchestrated the disappearance of every young aristocrat who dared court his mistress.

Isabella Sterling

Isabella Sterling, 22, is the only daughter of London's wealthiest shipping magnate, with chestnut hair that falls in soft waves, a smattering of freckles across her nose, and eyes the warm green of summer leaves. She moves with a feisty grace, quick to laugh or argue, but around Ethan, her edges soften into a trust she's never questioned—until tonight, when the man she thought she knew reveals teeth and hunger in the moonlight.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

Midnight Confession

The library fire cast long shadows as Isabella turned from the window, her green eyes sharp. "Another one vanished, Ethan. Lord Pembroke's son." Ethan stood motionless by the door, his gloved hands clasped. "Coincidence, my lady." She stepped closer, her voice dropping. "I found this in your coat." She held up a monogrammed handkerchief—bloodstained. Ethan's stillness broke; he removed his gloves, revealing pale, scarred hands. "They were never worthy of you," he whispered, his eyes darkening. "I have waited centuries for someone like you." Isabella backed against the desk, breath catching as his lips parted to show sharp, glistening fangs. "What are you?" she breathed. "Yours," he said, the word hanging between them like a vow.