She survived the monster. Now she must survive the aftermath. Antoinette Harding escaped Jed, the sadistic vampire who shattered her soul. But freedom is a fragile illusion. Nightmares claw at her sleep. Guilt coils around her throat, and the scars he left behind whisper that survival is not the same as healing. Now two men stand at the edge of her broken world. Tavier Russell, her fearless bodyguard, burns with life and laughter, determined to prove that joy can rise from ruin. And Viscount Sebastian Regent, the tormented Regency vampire whose heart she once shattered, must confront centuries of regret and the darkness he’s tried to bury to set her free. Elsewhere, Dashiell and Terry receive news so staggering it threatens to unravel everything they know about vampire existence. With Christopher and Dee by their side, they must navigate a world where myth bleeds into a truth that might shatter their souls. And in the shadows, Yvette waits. Twisted by obsession, consumed by rage, she no longer seeks revenge for one. She wants them all. And she won’t stop until she crushes every heart that defied her. In a world where love is fragile and vengeance eternal, can Antoinette find her way back to happiness? Can Dashiell and Terry bring new life into a precarious vampire world? And will Yvette’s cruel plans destroy everyone’s future?
Author
I was born in England. My parents loved to travel as my dad spent many years in the navy. By the time I reached the age of 12 we had traveled pretty much around the world on cruise ships. This sounds fun and exciting unless like me you can get sea sick sitting in a bathtub. Lets just say boats do not feature highly in my books. I still love to travel, but I use planes. All of my life I have written stories in my head. I would rewrite and add characters to TV shows, edit and change novels I was reading, invent scenarios and scenes to amuse myself on long journeys. But strangely I never wrote any of them down. About three years ago I woke up with a scene so clear in my head I knew I had to put it down on paper. Now, what should I do with this one page of prose? I know, I will email it to some friends. The friends approved, in fact they asked what book it was from. I shyly admitted it was my own work and the reaction was immediate...please write the next bit! I did and I have not stopped writing since.
