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

Lance took her hand in his and clasped it with both hands, but didn't raise it to his lips. "Yes, thank you for coming so quickly." Then, Lance turned to me. "This is Raven, and she possesses the gift of magic."


"She's a witch," I said, nodding my head, wondering what other supernatural creatures might walk through the door next. 


"Yes," she said, circling me slowly as a cat would size up a mouse. "And you are?"


"Lance's fiancée," I said flatly. I was in no mood for a catfight or to deal with catty women. 


"Yes, well," she said, turning her attention back to Lance, "he never mentioned you."


"And he never mentioned you," I returned, wondering what her past relationship had been with him. Obviously, she wanted it to be more than it was. Get in line, lady. 


She suddenly laughed. "Lance and I have been friends for a long time," she said, as if having heard my comment. She ran her long red fingernails over Lance's shoulder.


Chapter 72