Crowned By the Dark Vampire

I never planned to nanny for a vampire prince.
I definitely never planned to fall for one.

But here I am, in a thousand-year-old Krovenian castle, taking care of a grieving four-year-old princess who needs me. And dodging the most devastating widowed Crown Prince I have ever laid eyes on.
Viktor of House Draven is six-foot-three of sharp-tailored danger. Pale skin. Dark eyes. Sharper fangs. The European tabloids call him the Dark Prince because he hunts human criminals across his kingdom and shows no mercy.
He should terrify me.
He doesn’t.
What terrifies me is the way he looks at me. The way his jaw clenches when I laugh at dinner. The way his fangs seem longer every time I accidentally brush against him in the doorway.
And then I catch him tucking his little girl in. His massive hand gentle on her dark curls. His deep voice turning soft when she calls him Papa.
I might be his employee and his daughter’s stability depends on me staying. But I’m having trouble focusing when all I can think about is the heat in his gaze and what would happen if I ever let myself want him back.

Goodbye, common sense.
Hello, vampire prince.