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Niall Cael had been spellbound and cursed centuries ago. Torn between craving blood and needing a mate for monsters within him, he is forever alone and despised. His entire family had torn apart by hatred and pain, bringing an end to the world they once knew, scrambling to hang onto this new one… until he met her. Holly Baines could not believe the awkward way the handsome man was coming onto her, in the middle of a crowd of runners. There was something about him that was different, instantly setting her blood afire... and her allergies wild. The attraction was intense, but so were the ...

Isolation, darkness, and rotting flesh surround me, suffocate me, but I am the vile ruler who controls it all. I long for warmth, yet all that I touch is cold. Then, she stumbles in to my domain, lost and frightened, alone and confused. And I terrify her even more. She calls me the devil, so I show her pleasure, like only the devil can. I am the heat that stirs her flesh, the longing that trembles her bone. She begs her body to refuse, to escape my embrace, but I am her master, the puppeteer of passion. I am the King of Flesh and Bone. Welcome to my court, little one.

From now on, you’re mine, and I will always protect you... The moment he’d sensed Persephone’s energy in the world again, Hades froze in place, his rage dissipating as he stared up at the sky he couldn't see. Hope. The seed, now bloomed, was sending a signal, causing his whole body to pulse with power. Hades dropped his accusing hand, pointed at the daemons before him, and stood from his throne when he felt her. Go to her, his body screamed, knowing there would be little time to succeed in his plan. Persephone could see no sky or sun, nor feel the cool breeze on her cheeks. Like a ...

Running away from home at 17 wasn't easy. Let's face it, though, nothing before or in the ten years since has ever been easy for me. And I'm doing okay—sorta. I just need to keep scraping by, living under the radar. Staying out of people's way, off people's minds. When a man walks through my open patio door, stepping boldly into my home and my life, I should be scared, frightened, terrified. I must be more broken than I realized because I'm none of those things. I'm intrigued—and I'm wondering if the way to take control of my life is by giving in to him.