The King of the Dead

London, England, 2998
~ All my life I never thought I'd ever end up in the hands of a vampire. I never thought I'd ever be a vampire's slave. A vampire's adviser. A vampire'a servant. A vampire's whore. Yet here, in less than one year, I must become one of his possessions. And I just hope that the day I arrive he will have fallen for another woman- or man -and I'll be able to go home, still a virgin. But deep in the back of my mind, I know the King would never do that, for he is a vampire and vampires love one person and one person only for eternity. And from what I hear from his main adviser, Sir Louis, King Harry had fallen truly, madly, deeply, in love with me. And he'll. Never. Stop. ~ (This book is rated R for violence sexual content and language.)