He doesn’t have any interest in owning a blood slave—until he lays eyes on Max. That, he must have. Max is there for reasons of his own, mostly desperate reasons, and he’s braced himself for a year of hell, which doesn’t seem to be forthcoming. Someone needs to explain to this vampire that he’s supposed to use Max, not spoil him. Zander doesn’t seem to get it. Tags: paranormal romance; blood slave contract thing, except Zander doesn’t actually know how to own someone; I’m pretty sure he’d break out into hives if he couldn’t spoil Max; Max has no idea what just hit him; he just knows he’s somehow the responsible one, it’s definitely not Zander; sexy times incoming!; Zander is a walking green flag; sass, so much sass incoming; light angst, mostly as an excuse for cuddles; stubborn to lovers; part-time soulmates, full-time problem; the whole story is just mindless violence and fluff; the summary really doesn’t get across how much sex is in this but it’s also not wrong; cinnamon protection squad, assemble!