After finding my almost-husband in the dressing room hooking up with his best man on our wedding day, I ditch him and take our honeymoon trip alone. I expect to spend the next two weeks wallowing in self pity. That's until something calls out from the floorboards of the kitchen for help. Once I free the demon from hell who claims my blood woke him up, spending my honeymoon alone is the least of my worries. Rorian is convinced I'm his fated mate. The longer we spend together, the more I want everything he says to be true. I'm scared to have my heart broken again, but I also can't stay away from the beautiful creature who does wonderful things with his horns and tail while smelling like a campfire. Too bad us being from different worlds isn't the only challenge we have to overcome.