Yes, vampires exist.

Yes, humans are aware.

Yes, Amare Conrad is one of those vampires. And Kiara Jackson, the woman he pays to let him drink her blood, is human.

An utterly enthralling human whom he’d prefer provided her services to him and him alone. In fact, he’d prefer if pressing his fangs to her delectable, smooth skin wasn’t considered a transaction at all but an act of love instead.

Just when he thinks they might finally shift from business acquaintances to lovers, his enemies show up with revenge on their mind.

Their target? Kiara.