“Ah my dear man, I don’t think I can ever write what I don’t feel,” he had replied.

Greg let him go. He had a brighter star on the horizon. Desiree Dawn, formerly known as Harriet Pringle had come out of left field. Greg Winton’s new Dark Love imprint line with its focus on paranormal romance had really taken off with Desiree’s books leading the way.

Her kind of books seemed to be all the rage with their tales of handsome vampires—romanticized blood suckers invariably attired in crushed velvet—cursed to walk the earth as the undead but with regular and satisfying sex from a variety of libidinous ladies.

Desiree’s recent Innocents of the Night Series had even caught the attention of some Hollywood types. When Greg heard that, he had decided to invite her and her boyfriend to dinner at one of London’s best restaurants in order to tell her.

He had hinted all through dinner that he had fantastic news for her but refused to tell her until after dessert.

At last the time came.