Sophie Slade is the author of paranormal and contemporary romance. She started writing at the age of fourteen when she took a Creative Writing class and she was hooked. After college, she worked as a reporter, but went back to her first love--writing fiction. Sophie believes that love conquerors all, which is reflected in her stories. Sophie has a Bachelor of Arts in Communications, News Editorial sequence, from the University of Tennessee at Martin, and a minor in English. She currently resides in Florida with her husband, children, a persnickety cat, and a very bossy dog. Look for her books anywhere books are sold.

As the head of the North Vampire Coven and owner of Caprice Casino and Club Moroii, alpha-male billionaire Lance Steel has more money and incredible good looks than any one man deserves. He is a great husband and father, but he’s also a vampire. His wife, Leila, is human and his son is a dhampir—half human and half vampire—but in order to live a human life with his wife and son, he wants to become human again.

As a brilliant doctor and scientist, Leila has developed a sunlight serum, and friends Amy and Elias are working on a cure for vampirism, but is Lance willing to give up his vampire and become human again for his family? Or will his decision cost him the lives of his wife and son, and the destruction of his entire coven? Which path will he choose at the crossroads?

WARNING 18+: This book contains material that may be considered offensive to some readers, which includes graphic language, explicit sex, and adult situations.


Eternally Yours

We walked through the huge dining hall and into a private room-a much more intimate setting-with the same china, crystal water goblets, wine glasses, and flowers. It took my breath away, for at that moment, I realized that he had booked a private room for us. Lance slipped the maitre d' a one hundred dollar bill discreetly as a tip before he left. 


"Well, what do you think?" Lance asked, smiling as he held my chair for me and I sat down. 


"Lance you didn't have to go through so much trouble. This is amazing." I shook out my napkin and placed it on my lap. A waiter stood inconspicuously to the side, awaiting our beckon call.


"I hope you do not mind, but I took the liberty of ordering the Chef's Tasting," Lance said, shaking out his napkin. The Chef's Tasting was the best on the menu. 


"It's perfect," I said, beaming. I knew that it was a sampling of the chef's favorite and most exquisite dishes.


Chapter 66