Have you ever wanted to know what it’s like to be immortal? To journey through the night stalking the evil that preys on humans? To have unlimited wealth, unlimited power? That is my existence, and it is dark and dangerous. I play hero to thousands, but am known to none. And I love every minutes of it.
Or so I thought until one night when I woke up handcuffed to my worst nightmare: a conservative woman in a button-down shirt. Or in Amanda’s case, one buttoned all the way up to her chin. She’s smart, sexy, witty, and wants nothing to do with the paranormal—in other words, me.
My attraction to Amanda Devereaux goes against everything I stand for. Not to mention the last time I fell in love it cost me not only my human life, but also my very soul. Yet every time I look at her, I find myself wanting to try again. Wanting to believe that love and loyalty do exist.
Even more disturbing, I find myself wondering if there’s any way a woman like Amanda can love a man whose battle scars run deep, and whose heart was damaged by a betrayal so savage that he’s not sure it will ever beat again.
—Kyrian of ThraceRead an Excerpt
“So, how long have you been a vampire?” Amanda asked.
“I told you,” he said, his jaw tight, “I’m not a vampire. I’m a Dark-Hunter.”
“What’s the difference?”
Kyrian gave her a hard glance. “The difference is I normally don’t kill humans, but if you don’t stop quizzing me, I might make an exception.”
“You are one seriously testy creature of the night.”
“I love you, too.”