The Vampire Entyre Law: To live is by blood. To take is by design. A vampire and a gentleman, Rhemy Carrington is content with his cozy, private life in the Big Easy, shunned from proper underworld society. Adored by his customers, he owns a jazz and gambling club, and prefers to leave the risk-taking to them. The dark life is good. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to be a little bad now and then. Every month he hosts a secret gathering for vampires and shifters, knowing that getting caught will certainly damn him permanently... It’s another busy night when a new face walks in his place with a VIP card that doesn't belong to her. The last thing he needs is trouble in his club. Who is she? Why is she there? And why is he so obsessed with her? Taelour has one goal: the Centurias. When the elegant, sexy club owner with the silken drawl says he can help, she wants so badly to turn him and his offer down, but she can't. Desire like this is irresistible, and by the gods, so is he. One touch from Rhemy and she trembles from head to toe, aching to give him what she's given no other: her heart. To surrender to him would mean surrendering secrets that would be dangerous to reveal. In this world sometimes what is dangerous, is what is necessary. He is an immortal forsaken... *This story contains a hero with a silver tongue, hot sexual content, mild violence, an underworld fight club, and a heroine with an agenda. This is intended for 18+ readers*