She hired me to solve her murder. She neglected to mention she's been dead for 228 years.
Private investigator Sloane Barrett has seen plenty of strange things in Saint Orison. But none quite like the beautiful woman in the wine-red suit who walks into her office, lays six gold coins on her desk, and asks her to investigate a murder committed in 1798.
Her own.
Lucasta Vale is a two-hundred-and-sixty-four-year-old vampire, the dangerously elegant owner of an exclusive nightclub, and the most infuriating client Sloane has ever encountered.
She's also hiding something.
When one of Lucasta's bartenders disappears for three days and returns with a mysterious wound and no memory of what happened, Sloane discovers a connection to the night Lucasta died.
The investigation leads to a secret world of vampire society, stolen memories, centuries-old betrayals, and a powerful woman who has spent generations deciding what other people are allowed to remember.
And the closer Sloane gets to the truth, the harder it becomes to resist her impossibly seductive client.
Lucasta can hear every beat of Sloane's heart. She knows when the detective is frightened, when she's lying, and exactly how badly she wants to be touched.
But desire is dangerous when your lover's memories can't be trusted.
Because someone murdered Lucasta once. And someone has spent two centuries making sure she never remembers why.
An intensely steamy sapphic vampire romance featuring a butch private investigator, a powerful older vampire, dangerous secrets, supernatural intrigue, and a love story where the truth is worth bleeding for.
