Greetings. My name is Prince Bozhidar, and I am an eight-hundred-year-old vampire.
Correction.
I am an eight-hundred-year-old, virile, confident, and very sexy vampire—so I’m told. I have wealth, looks, and everything an immortal man could ever want.
Well, except love. But no matter. I am not a one-neck sort of man.
Yet the virginal woman across the road sets my senses afire. And she needs my help with her family’s failing winery. My own is quite successful.
My honor demands I help this enchanting female, and when I do, my heart begins beating anew. She is my mate. Strangely, my gifts of seduction do not seem to work on her.
Perhaps I need to fit in with modern dating customs to win this modern woman.
And then there’s the small matter that she doesn’t believe in vampires.
There is no fighting destiny, sweet Stella. You will be mine.