My name is Evie Claremont and this was to be the making of me–my freshman year of college. I’d been hoping that once I’d arrived on Crestwood’s campus, the nightmare that I’ve been having would go away. It hasn’t. I may be an inexperienced seventeen-year-old, but I’m grounded…sane. I look for rational explanations to even the strangest circumstances. Since meeting sophomore Reed Wellington, however, nothing makes any sense. Whenever he’s near, I feel an attraction to him–a magnetic kind of force pulling me towards him. I know what you’re thinking…that sounds fairly awesome. Yeah, it would be…if he liked me, but Reed acts as if I’m the worst thing that has ever happened to Crestwood…or him. But get this, for some reason every time I turn around he’s there, barging into my life. What is the secret that he’s keeping from me? I’m hoping that it’s anything but what I suspect: that he’s not exactly normal…and neither am I. So, maybe Crestwood won’t be the making of me, but it could be the breaking of me. I’ve been left to wonder if the dark future my dream is foretelling is…inescapable.

I don’t open my eyes so I can’t see him, but I can smell him. He thickens the air I breathe, choking me with his scent…his aroma. I shiver. I have to resist. If I’m not strong, then I will be relegated to the same fate as this predator whose sickness infects me even now. But now, I crave him and he knows that; he has been counting on my need to end the gnawing pain. How he would savor my surrender. I’m alive, but how much longer will it take until I beg him not to be?

WINNER OF THE 2012 UTOPYA AWARD FOR BEST VILLAIN I hang my head in sorrow for just a moment when I know I am truly alone. I feel like I’m going to my execution, just as he had said. Then I move forward again. I hop a fence of fieldstone and cross a field dotted with Queen Anne’s lace. Goose bumps rise on my arms as I pass the cluster of windmills that I have seen in a dream. The scent is sweet in the field though, not the scent of heat, like it had been when it was forced upon me in visions. I gaze down the hill, beyond the small, whitewashed house that I knew would be there. The church looms dark and grim with its rough-hewn, timber façade, capped by tall, oblong spires reaching to the sky. Black, ominous clouds have collected above the roofline, as if Heaven is showing me the way.

Cold, fine drops of rain fall softly on my cheeks as I emerge from the darkness of the ship’s interior to the gray, overcast sky of the main deck. Pulling my dark pea coat tighter to my body, the wind lifts red tendrils of my hair. I walk slowly to the railing overlooking the water. I catch my first sight of the Irish coastline; its craggy landscape makes me shiver in dread. I find it difficult to imagine now how the Gancanagh had made this their home for so long without anyone realizing it. The cold, moss-covered edifices practically scream their presence. As I study the shadows between the falling-down stone, I imagine creeping shapes of undead Faeries grasping the rock, waiting for our ship to draw nearer to their position. Tipping my face up, I let the rain wash over me. It bathes away the frigid sweat of fear that has broken on my brow. “You don’t know how fiercely beautiful you are, do you?” A quiet voice behind me asks, causing me to stiffen and fix my eyes on the rocks along the shoreline.

I gasp as my body curls toward Brennus like a flower to the sun, for the pleasure of it. He holds me close to him. His nose grazes the length of my neck. He breathes me in. I feel the roar and rush of my heartbeat. I’m his toy; his energy streams into me. He winds the invisible key in my back and the euphoria ratchets and coils inside of me: tick…tick…tick… Another wicked surge of energy flows from him into me. Pain. Pleasure. Bliss. My jaw unclenches as my lips part. I make a small, breathy sound as we dance. Brennus responds with something close to a growl. “Ye’re killing me, mo chroí,” he murmurs. His hand moves down my back infusing me with a golden glow of power. My wings punch violently from me, tearing a hole in my day dress. They spread wide, like a red stain beyond my pale skin. I’m dancing now for the thrill of it. I follow his lead. As the song comes to an end, Brennus kisses my throat. He whispers in my ear, “When ye get back, come find me, mo chroí. I’ve healed ye…now wake up and banjax whoever banished ye here…”

The USA Today Bestselling Premonition Series is now available in a single volume. In this mesmerizing adventure, steeped in drama and fraught with heartbreak and humor, 17-year-old college freshman Evie Claremont is plagued by nightmarish premonitions of destruction. Discovering she’s not entirely human, fellow student Reed Wellington is torn between killing her and protecting her. Intimidated, yet undeniably attracted to Reed, Evie falls in love with him while she faces the prospect that she may be an evil spawn. Mercilessly hunted by sinister and seductive Brennus de Graham, the magical-powered king of the Celtic Faeries known as Gancanagh, Evie tries to avoid becoming Brennus’ queen only to find that their destinies are irreparably entwined. The Series Volumes 1-5: INESCAPABLE: Incoming Freshman Evie Claremont and gorgeous Sophomore Reed Wellington have an instant dislike for each other. The seductive attraction between them, however, is undeniable and the only thing keeping him from killing her. Can she learn his secret before it destroys them both? INTUITION: Grief-stricken, Evie Claremont knows she has to leave Crestwood to protect the ones she loves. While Reed Wellington desperately searches for her, she falls prey to forces she never knew existed. Can she escape Brennus de Graham and his enthralling nature? INDEBTED: Compelled to make a deal with Brennus de Graham to rescue her friends, Evie Claremont becomes the unwilling slave to a demon. But as she grows to know him, will she lose her heart to him? INCENDIARY: Determined to use her growing power to live life on her own terms, Evie Claremont faces her enemies with help from her friends. But secrets from her past return to haunt her. Will she risk everything to save the one she loves? INIQUITY: Evie Claremont finds eternity comes with no guarantees, and that some demons are inescapable. When the future hinges on redemption, can she hold on to a happily ever after with the one she adores most?