Dear Reader,
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 Thrace