Leigh Frankie:100 Nights With My Vampire CEO

MainCharacters

Tilly Parker: Tilly is a strong-willed, independent woman working at Valmont International. She is passionate, determined, and not afraid to stand up for herself. Her past relationships have made her cautious, but she is deeply in love with Xavier. She interacts closely with her friends Georgia and Ralph, who provide support and advice throughout her journey. Xavier Graves: Xavier is the enigmatic, charismatic CEO of Valmont International. He is a vampire with a mysterious past and a strong sense of duty to his family and pack. His relationship with Tilly is intense and complicated by his supernatural responsibilities. Xavier is protective, passionate, and struggles with balancing his love for Tilly and his obligations. Development: Tilly and Xavier's relationship is marked by intense passion and frequent conflicts. They navigate the challenges posed by Xavier's supernatural duties and Tilly's need for transparency and trust. Their journey is filled with emotional highs and lows, leading to moments of deep connection and painful separation.

Main Themes

The novel explores themes of love, trust, and the struggle to balance personal desires with responsibilities. Through the characters' experiences, it delves into the complexities of relationships, the importance of communication, and the impact of secrets on trust and intimacy.

Hot Chapters

Chapter 1

Xavier slid in beside me, shirtless, low-slung jeans hugging his lean, well-built frame—a walking sin—black hair brushing just below his ears, a full-sleeved tattoo of wolves and thorns snaking up his left arm. Those amber eyes pinned me, warm and smoldering, like I was the next course he’d been starving for.

Chapter 3

I woke up to a skull-splitting buzz that felt like someone had jammed a jackhammer into my brain and flipped the switch. My alarm clock screeched from the nightstand, 6:30 a.m. glowing red and hateful. I groaned, rolling over in a tangle of sheets, my mouth tasting like cheap wine. The hangover hit me like a freight train—pounding head and sour stomach.

Chapter 5

I bolted from the rooftop, my pulse still jackhammering in my ears. My steps were uneven—half a stumble, half a sprint—like my body couldn’t decide whether to flee or collapse. The stairwell was a tunnel of shadows, and I practically tripped down the last few steps before slamming into the elevator button, jabbing it with too much force.