WORKING CLASS VEGAS VAMP

Some vampires live in castles. I live paycheck to paycheck.Running the hottest drag bar in Vegas takes equal parts charm, wit, and steel backbone. Running it as a vampire surrounded by tempting humans? That takes iron-clad self-control.I’m Char Flammen, and I learned restraint the hard way-back when I was still breathing. Now I use those hard-won skills to keep my bar running and my fangs to myself. I’m nobody’s pushover, vampire or not.Too bad Klaus Theoden doesn’t see it that way. The billionaire bloodsucker who turned me keeps trying to lure me into his golden tower with promises of luxury and ease. Having escaped one controlling jerk already, I’d rather face the sun. But now Theo’s crossed the line-he bought my bar out from under me. So I quit.Theo doesn’t take rejection well, which means I’m now running for my undead life in the middle of summer in the desert. But I’m a survivor, and I’ll win this war even if it kills me twice.That is, until he brings in the werewolves...