Ward of the Vampire - Complete Serial
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~ This book gathers the 5 installments of the Ward of the Vampire serial PLUS a BONUS epilogue, 'The Best Present' ~
It’s THE party of the season. Socialites, artists and A-list stars have been invited to Morgan Ward’s birthday bash, including Angelina’s boss, Delilah.
For months, Angelina has been looking at the preparations from afar, but never did she imagine that, come the day, Miss Delilah would put her in a gorgeous gown and bring her along as her ‘plus one.’
She also never imagined that Miss Delilah and her brother were vampires, able to compel her to remain in the mansion against her will long after the party ended, or to draw her into incredibly real, dizzyingly sexy fantasies.
And she certainly never imagined that, little by little, she’d fall in love with her reluctant, standoffish host, and manage to peel back his armor to uncover his past – and his heart.
his head once, gently chastising, and leaned close to whisper in my ear. “I think you do.” I trembled. If his hands hadn’t been on me, surely my knees would have given in and I’d have slipped to the floor. “It feels… you’re gonna think this is stupid.” “I won’t. Tell me.” He’d pulled back to look into my eyes again. I had to answer. I couldn’t refuse. Not when he used that voice, not when he stared at me like that. Like my answer mattered more than anything else. And maybe it did. At least, I
her well—or at least, I believed that before the party. She always took Mr. Ward’s calls, even when she was busy. Once, she interrupted a meeting with an ambassador to talk to him. I folded the letter again, set it sideways in the envelope so it’d be easier to pull out, and set that on top of her business letters. Ten minutes after coming in, she buzzed and asked me to put the party on her calendar. I said I would; truth is, I already had. There was no RSVP card, no number to call. Mr. Ward
smile. “I can’t blame you,” I said. “They all look beautiful. And I bet they look even better on you.” No, I wasn’t sucking up to her. It was only the truth. She has the kind of body that could make a potato sack look like high fashion. It’s not just her body, though. It’s her poise, the way she carries herself like she’s beautiful, knows she’s beautiful, and knows everyone looking at her, male or female, thinks she’s beautiful. She made a little sound that could have meant ‘Of course they
moments, she had disappeared into the crowd, the red of her dress blending with a hundred other red dresses that were twirling around a hundred black tuxedos. I don’t mind crowds, but all of a sudden I was feeling entirely out of my depth. Every single one of the people around me was the kind of person I’d usually welcome in Miss Delilah’s office with ‘May I take your coat?’ or ‘Can I offer you a refreshment?’ and I had this unshakable feeling that they would know, just by looking at me, that I
correspondence, paper or electronic, dealt with. It was as though I hadn’t missed a day of work. Miss Delilah hadn’t even asked me if I felt better, like I hadn’t been away for the best part of a week. “She might be a little inconvenienced,” I said, turning back to the park. “But only because she’d need to interview potential PAs and train them.” Why, yes, it had been a rather unpleasant experience to realize just how much she did not need me, do you really have to ask? Everyone likes to know