Dark Deception (Vampire Royals of New York, #1)

by Sarah Piper

The last time he allowed a woman to get the upper hand, he’d lost complete control, and a hundred and forty-nine people died in the aftermath—a bloodbath Dorian was still paying for and not keen to repeat.

Malcolm, golden-eyed and tanned from his time in New Orleans. Turned at thirty-two, he was three years younger than Dorian,

Colin, next in line at thirty, with dark, shoulder-length hair and a dimpled smile that had solved more family conflicts than Dorian could count,

Gabriel. Turned at twenty-eight, the youngest remaining Redthorne had always been their ticking time bomb.

“You’re so concerned about father’s legacy, you’re willing to destroy what’s left of it by playing high-stakes Monopoly with blood slavers and sex traffickers?”

And if any of their enemies discovered his father’s weakness? The same weakness that likely ran through the entire Redthorne line? The royal family was in deep shit—more

Memory’s Memories, by Viola LaPorte. It was one of her father’s. From the missing cache.

Forty-nine years, one month, and sixteen days. That was the last time Dorian had fed on a live human.