Everyone thinks Ainsley Morris is your basic science nerd—a botany major who prefers the lab to the party scene—and maybe they’re right. But she’s got plans. Big plans that’ll keep her from repeating her mother’s mistakes. So even though life hasn’t always been rosy, at twenty-one, it’s finally less thorny. That is, until she meets him. Alex Campbell. Sure, he’s ridiculously handsome, rich, and powerful. And maybe he can steam up a room (and…um…other things) just by turning his green eyes in Ainsley’s direction. But unfortunately he’s also completely insane. Alex thinks he's some kind of vampire fae. And not only that, he says he's the leader of said vampire faes and that Ainsley's their queen. Uh…excuse me? Worse, he says they’re nearing extinction, and she’s their only shot at survival. Right. Ainsley has her own problems to worry about. But when her body begins reacting in ways even a science nerd can't explain, it might be more than Alex’s survival on the line. It might just be her very own. Because those big plans of hers? They're about to come bite her in the ass.

For the highland blood fae, survivor’s guilt can be quite the greedy mistress. The agony of being a latent alpha and the sole survivor of his family has consumed Knox Boyd’s thoughts for the last two hundred years. Sure, he has his art, but he belongs nowhere and to no one. Not even constant blood feedings can satisfy the emptiness that remains. That is, until he looks up to find publicist Blaire Darby standing among his paint cans and stencils. Suddenly there’s a new mistress in town. But still Knox has his doubts… He and Blaire couldn’t be more different: Knox with his shaved head, scalp tattoo, and paint-stained fingers; Blaire in her tailored suits, glasses, and tight chignons… Besides, how could a human woman—regardless how adventurous, or how delectable her blood—leave a more indelible mark on Knox’s heart than all he’s lost? Knox’s queen thinks Blaire Darby is his fated mate. Knox’s chieftain thinks she’s a danger to the clan. Knox knows she’s all of that—all of that and so much more. Because as destined as Knox and Blaire are to be together, old wounds will forever keep dragging them apart.

At the University of Glasgow, Callum Campbell is the sexy new professor that everyone drools over and somehow Zahra is the lucky girl who not only went bungee jumping with him, but also got to jump into his bed. Of course, that was before she knew he was going to be her professor. Now Zahra has to pretend their wild night never happened and focus on keeping her coveted spot in the archaeology program. That’s what’s important. She worked her butt off to get here. So forgetting about Callum shouldn’t be too hard, right? Wrong. So wrong. Callum is not only incredibly hot for a history professor, he’s freakin’ brilliant. And nothing turns Zahra on more than brains. And okay, sure, the abs don’t hurt. Thankfully, they both agree a line must be drawn and they should remain professional. That is, until Zahra uncovers a mysterious stone that Callum claims holds a prophecy about the return of the fae. Except...the fae aren’t real. Or so Zahra thought. Racing against time to decode the prophecy and earn top spot in the program, Zahra learns there’s more to Professor Campbell than originally caught her eye. He’s a ba’vonn-shee, an ancient race of blood-drinking fae from the highlands. And by saving the future of the fae, she just might save them both.