The Vampire Affair: Part Five: Billionaires After Dark: The Vampire Affair, #5

By Vivi Anna

Makayla is counting down to the big day, especially since she's got only two weeks to plan her high society wedding.  Thankfully she doesn't have to plan the 'other' wedding ceremony.  She'd have no idea where to start considering its supposed to be a super secret vampire ceremony.  But as she goes through the motions--asking her bestie to be her maid of honor, finding THE perfect wedding dress--nagging doubts surface.  How can there be a happily ever after when forever has an expiry date for her?

Billionaires After Dark Books:

The Vampire Affair Part 1

The Vampire Affair Part 2

The Vampire Affair Part 3

The Vampire Affair Part 4

The Vampire Affair Complete Collection

The Vampire Design

The Werewolf Liaison Part 1

The Werewolf Liaison Part 2

The Werewolf Liaison Part 3

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vivi Anna
• Release date: Jan 23, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386503132

Book preview

Chapter 1

My eyes popped open again. I seemed unable to keep them closed even for a moment. The bed was soft and comfortable, the sheets warm, and I had plenty of space. The room was extravagantly appointed, as were all the rooms in Jonathan’s downtown Toronto penthouse. The windows were shuttered against any sunlight seeping through to the prone body of my fiancé.

Fiancé. It didn’t matter how comfortable the room was; it was that word that was keeping me awake.

I stood up, grabbing the luxurious silk robe Jonathan had purchased for me in a post-engagement spending spree he took me on across Europe. It was blur of designer wear.  Valentino. Versace. Armani. Dolce and Cabanna.  He’d bought me things I hadn’t even known I’d wanted until I saw them: glittering dresses in every shape and color, amazingly high heels in every shape and color, jewelry, yes, in every shape and color—you name it, he’d bought it for me.

It was exhilarating, having the ability to point at nearly anything in the world and have it immediately purchased for me. I knew Jonathan was rich beyond my imagination, but the actual reality of it was making my head spin. We could travel anywhere, see anything, buy anything, or live anywhere.

During the night.

Your fiancé is a vampire. I reminded myself for the millionth time. I glanced down at the bed, watching as his prone form breathed in and out, slow measured breathes.  So slow and measured I sometimes couldn’t even see his chest rise.  I admit to even sometimes lying my head on him so I could make sure I could still hear his heartbeat.  Day time did that to him, made him sleepy. But even in sleep, Jonathan Devane was the sexiest thing alive, or dead.  I could feel the rush of warmth through my body.  My thighs tingled as they always did when I looked at him.  I tugged slightly at the lacy underwear that had managed to survive the weekend, they were becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Jonathan liked to tear through my clothing to get to me; the rending of cloth to expose my skin awoke something animal in him that sent heat coursing through my veins. Again.

God he was one sexy bastard.

And he would remain that way forever. I, however, would remain hot for maybe another twenty or thirty years before people started asking me if Jonathan was my son.  Then they would start to ask if he was my grandson.  The reality of that squashed my libido.

How could I marry a vampire that would live forever? He said he loved me now, but when I looked like a raisin topped with cotton candy grey hair, how could he think so? I mean, I know I was going to be smoking even at sixty—they could work miracles at some plastic surgery places—but time was a bitch and she should eat at me no matter what magical fairy dust I exfoliated with.

I stood and left the bedroom. I needed some clarity from someone with a good head on their shoulders.  Instead I called my mom. She was the most open-minded and oddest person I knew, but she was pretty good with advice whenever I was smart enough to follow it. Which honestly wasn’t often. We made a lunch date at our usual little café not far from the apartment.

The moment I stepped outside leaving the cozy warmth of the apartment building, I yelped a little into the scarf I thankfully had the presence of mind to wear.  Winters in Toronto sucked.  This one was heading towards being the suckiest on record.  Thankfully there wasn’t too