Passion this strong is dangerous. They both know it. Mortal enemies, their respective factions have been at war since the dawn of man. Resa is a Dhampir, bred and trained to hunt Vampyres. Constantine is a prince among the Vampyre, the oldest and most lethal. Nothing good can come of this hunger, this need that drives them relentlessly toward one another. Neither reason nor devotion to duty can stay their need. There is but one way to quench the thirst that drives them. Once sated, they can return to the battle and see which one, if either, is left standing. But one drink from the cup of desire serves only to magnify the hunger. One act of lust that could alter them forever, changing the course of destiny.

Nothing could dim their passion. If anything, the years they’d shared had only deepened the hunger. But life involved more than their need for one another. They now had a family to protect and enemies to overcome. Resa had once called the Alliance family. Now she was their sworn enemy and she fully intended to see them fall. Constantine shared her sentiments, but was not one to look before leaping. Shame he couldn’t have reminded her of the danger of rash action before she decided to take matters in her own hands. Resa’s actions are about to open a whole new can of worms, revealing that the Alliance is not the only enemy they have to fear. They’re about to be shoved into a whole new ballgame. The question is, will they survive?