Oliver Vampires don’t fall in love. At least, that’s what I’ve always believed. How can you fall in love when everything with a beating heart is a potential food source? Yet from the moment I first saw Britta, nothing else mattered. I don’t even care that the news story she writes may destroy me and my brothers. Fighting my instincts to claim her isn’t an option, but getting her to see beyond my monster may be impossible. Britta I came to Scrim Hall to unravel a mystery and write a story that would push my journalism career to the next level. I never believed the stories of monsters living in the woods. I was wrong. Though, this monster has a hold on me that I can’t explain. His bite is magic, but his heart is a drug I can’t resist. Havendoor, New York is a small out-of-the-way town. Surrounded by forest, it’s the perfect place to build a mansion and raise six spirited monsters to be extraordinary beasts. Even though I was born different, generally I believe in law and order. However, by human rules, I shouldn’t have searched for them. I damn sure shouldn’t have taken them. Don’t be too quick to judge me. If you had seen how eager those state institutions and foster homes were to be rid of those little boys, you’d have done the same thing. Monsters, they called them, but they were the monsters. I gave children who were born special a family and an education. I made them a home in Scrim Hall. That was twenty-five years ago. Maybe I kept them too safe, too separate. It’s time I flew the nest so they can do the same. You should know there are vampires, reapers, demons, and people who shift from humans to wolves, phoenixes, and dragons. They’re not like other men, because they are only partially human. You can call them monsters, but they are my children, and they are ready for the world to meet the brothers of Scrim Hall. ~ Wentworth Pettigrew