Ioan Mic, the half-blood grandson of the vampyree king, is eagerly awaiting his eighteenth birthday, when he’ll finally be able to be with Daniel Small, the American vampyree he’s loved for the past four years. Although vampyrees are notoriously promiscuous, Ioan’s refused sex with all who offered -- he’s willing to wait. But when Daniel arrives at the party, he’s accompanied by a wife, leaving Ioan devastated. Shandor, a wolf shifter -- he refuses to call himself a werewolf -- loves the young duke, but years before, he was given the task of keeping Ioan safe, so he tucks his feelings away. Ioan’s twin decides the two need a push and encourages them to enroll in an online dating service. Unbeknownst to either man, he sees to it their responses make them perfect for each other. Because anyone can see they are. The problem is will Ioan and Shandor ever see that?

Wishing and Hoping

“When did he announce to all and sundry that he’d set his heart on Daniel Small?” Dodona asked.


“Yes. And what happened four years ago? And if you tell me nothing, I’ll strike you.”


“All I can remember is the to-do about the Spanish vampyre.” He gave a faint smile. “Oh, and Tyrell threatening to douse Valeriu with holy water.” He wished he’d been in the Rege’s library to see that, but Ioan’s description had been almost as good.


Dodona shook her head. “You don’t remember Rhiannon? The vampyre who brought Daniel to the castle after he’d been almost drained.”


“And she was all over you. You never looked at women, but for some reason, you took her to your caravan.” Dodona looked up. “We have company.” It really was hard to remember she’d been blind since birth.


Shandor had heard the approaching footsteps as well, even though vampyres were notoriously cat-footed.


Chapter 18