Velvet and Carrion Steel

I know how monsters look when stripped to bone and wire. What I don't know is why Count Zsigmond Csáky—gorgeous, aristocratic, and thoroughly undead—thinks someone in the imperial ministry has replaced the grand chancellor with a carrion mimic. Zsigmond needs my anatomical expertise to spot the imposter before the continental coronation; I need his supernatural speed to keep from being silenced by steam-cutter assassins. Trapped together in lavish ballrooms and reeking preservation vaults, our paranoid banter turns into a scorching, dangerous attraction. But in a court where every smile hides sharpened fangs and fake skin, falling for a vampire who suspects his own shadow might be the most lethal mistake I ever make.