Victor Kane isn’t an ordinary funeral director. He’s a vampire, and not an ordinary one, either. He doesn’t drink fresh blood, but rather the lifeless blood from corpses that come into his family-run business. Despite the benefits of dead blood, there’s one side effect he hasn’t come to terms with -- dead blood caused erectile dysfunction.<br><br>Cliff a handsome young man who loses his husband unexpectedly in the heat of passion and calls After Care Funeral Home to help with the arrangements. When Victor and Cliff meet, though, it’s anything but business.<br><br>Cliff wants to feel again, and sex is his answer. Victor knows from experience that sex with a vampire is a powerful aphrodisiac and tries to keep Cliff at bay. Can Victor confess his identity to Cliff without ruining his chance for love?

Death Benefits

“No, we’re nothing alike.” I pulled out my wallet and handed him a crisp one-hundred-dollar bill, hoping it would shut him up. His banter was starting to annoy me. “Shall we?”


“Where we going?” He looked at the bill, smiled, then slipped it into his back pocket. I nodded toward the alley. “What? In there?”


“You said that bill you just slipped into your pocket would get me anything I want, and what I want is you naked in the alley.”


“Suit yourself.” He shrugged, then turned and followed me. When we were far enough back, I pushed him against the brick wall. I kissed him. His mouth was stale and bitter from tobacco. His hands fumbled with my belt. I slapped them away.


Chapter 7