Filthy Rich Vampire Playboys (Filthy Rich 1)

“When Leonie came in with her story, well, I decided I’d send you to look into it. I knew the boys were looking for love and I decided to try my hand at matchmaking. You see, Serena, I’ve done my own investigating, my darling, and your birth mother was a succubus. That’s why you like sex so much. It’s in your genes. It’s also why you can’t be compelled, because although weaker, that gene runs through your blood attracting males toward you.”

"Is that why I found her so easy to talk to?" Carter asked. "That would make sense as to why we seemed to tell her everything despite having only just met her."

"Yes, it's one of the reasons she's so good at her job. Without knowing it, she's using her own kind of compulsion, although like I said, it's a lot weaker in Serena. She's not a succubus herself."

I drained the glass, but it was no good. The shock had run down into my legs causing them to crumple beneath me. I hit the ground, and it all went black.

“Mother, do you always have to be so goddamn dramatic? Look what you did.”

“She needed to know, darling.”

“Oh, hey, Serena. You’re part succubus, honey. Subtle.”

My eyes fluttered open.

“What, what happened?”

“You fainted, lovely. Stay where you are. Have you had much to eat today?”

“I haven’t had anything,” I admitted.

“Well then there’s no wonder you hit the deck so fast. Let’s get lunch served, shall we?”

Smith brought me a plate of food and I tucked into it eagerly. The day was certainly turning into one of shocks and surprises. I presumed now that the story of me and the filthy rich playboys wasn’t even a real story, but one fabricated by a meddling mother who thought I might be a match for her son and his friends. How right she’d been. Now I had to get my head around the fact I was part-succubus? My next job would be to look into my own past, to see if I could find out anything more about my birth mom.

I felt so much better after I’d eaten, back to my old self, and I waited, ready, for one of the boys to ask me what my decision was.

Really, I should have known the reality would be far more dramatic.

“So, Serena.” Morgan’s voice bellowed out over the patio. “Have you got a moment?”

I slowly got up from my seat and wandered over to where everyone else, other than myself and Smith were gathered. Smith followed behind me.

Morgan stood tall facing me, the rest of them were also looking my way. “So your deadline is today, Serena. Which is it? Our sons, or the story?”

After staring at her for a minute, trying to hold in my annoyance at the

dramatic way this was being handled, I went into my bag, extracted my typewritten article and handed it to her.

Complete silence descended.

“This is not what I expected, Serena, to be honest with you.”

I tilted my chin up at her. “Read it.” I said. “Out loud.”

Chapter Twenty-seven

The real story behind the Filthy Rich Playboys of Carbon Beach.

We’ve all heard the rumors about the men they call the Filthy Rich and Playboys, the FRAP boys. They stalk women like prey, seduce them, and then spit them out like last week’s moldy leftovers. I went undercover to Carbon Beach to find out for myself. Posing as a Conference and Events Organizer at the Malibu Dream, I entered the world of the elite—the filthy rich. A place where money is no object, something I discovered when I attended a party at one of the homes to find Cayla Quick singing on the patio. It wasn’t even a birthday party!

Before long I’d met the men themselves. Carter Cole introduced himself at Waves cafe down at Surfrider Beach. My first thoughts when he told me he didn’t work were that his existence was a waste of a body. Until I watched him ride the waves. Carter does this for fun, but he also teaches other people without even realizing it. He’s so at home on the beach, more so than in his parents’ home on the Billionaire’s Beach.

Flynn Kelly was next. I met him when he was asked to take photographs of the hotel. The cool and collected Flynn actually has passionate depths beneath that piercing gaze and a true talent at photography that I’m sure we haven’t seen the last of.

I met Smith Henderson at the Dream’s Spa and he was every bit as flirtatious and naughty as you’d expect him to be. With Smith what you see is what you get, and he makes no allowances for it although he does owe the Dream some new Spa staff after seducing half of them…

Finally I had the pleasure of Jayden Bryant’s company at a party held in one of the beach front homes on Carbon Beach. Outwardly as much of a party boy as Smith, inwardly Jayden hides a sensitive soul, just waiting for the right woman to coax that side of him out.