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Sometimes, your life begins the day you die…
Asher Evans is a man haunted by history. Turned vampire in the concentration camp that claimed his family, he has never recovered from the loss of his humanity. Removed from the mundane world and resigned to facing eternity alone, he’s completely unprepared when the unthinkable happens: he meets a girl.
As the youngest daughter of San Francisco’s most prestigious psychic family, Grace Alan has always known about the things that go bump in the night. Born with a terrible condition that isolates her from everyone she loves, Grace has spent her entire life trying to be normal. Finally, things seem to be looking up. There’s only one problem.
She’s just been murdered.
When Asher stumbles upon a dying Grace, he knows he should leave her to her fate. But in a world that looks at him and sees only a monster, Grace reminds him what it feels like to be human. He can’t bring himself to let her die.
Unfortunately, rescuing her has consequences. Female vampires have been illegal for centuries. In saving Grace, Asher may have condemned them both.
Grace sat up. “What are you doing?”
“It’s time for your next feeding. You used up most of your strength on that harebrained escape plan.” Asher raised his wrist to his mouth and bit into the vein. He held his arm out, ignored the blood that dripped onto the blanket.
Grace recoiled. “I can’t. I won’t. I don’t want to.”
Asher hissed a breath through his teeth. “You don’t have a choice. Not if you want to live.”
Grace raised her chin defiantly. “Maybe I don’t.”
“Not your call.” Asher steeled his resolve, then grabbed her arm and dragged her to her feet. Grace yelped. Asher clamped a hand over her mouth, spun her around and pressed her cheek to the wall.
She snarled and thrashed, but her movements were weak. He trapped her against his body and pressed his bleeding wrist to her mouth, kept it there until she finally latched on. Approval radiated through him. “That’s it. Drink up.”
Grace moaned. The sound sent a warm shockwave down his spine. Asher bit his lip. Of all the things he’d done to escape the boredom of oblivion, none had given him a rush like this. Grace moaned again. Some of the starch went out of her. She gripped his arm with both hands and drank deeper. Asher stared down at her.
She hated him, of course. If she didn’t now, she would grow to. Everyone always did. But for now, it didn’t matter. For now, she needed him; needed him to feed her, to hide her, to show her everything she could become. One day she wouldn’t.
But for as long as she needed him, she would be his.
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