The blood remembers, it always does … ~Carol It was the beginning…the moment my blood boiled beneath my skin, my heart slowed to a whisper, and light twisted into shadow. The moment his fangs pierced my throat, not to kill me, but to awaken something older, something buried beneath the centuries. I remember fire. A throne carved from bone. My name spoken like a curse. I remember him. Not Nick, not the man with the cruel mouth and dead eyes I met in the woods that night, but the man I came to love when I was at my darkest time, he was the sword that broke me. My past life bleeds through the cracks of my soul, dripping into the girl I used to be. Cheerleader. Lover. Human. Now I’m none of those things. They say death is an end , they were wrong, they lied, they all did. I never wanted this life. I never wanted to be this… this thing. Now everything’s changed, everything I know is lost and gone and I’m now to begin a new life? I’ve lost what I thought was me. I lost myself that day but he will never understand. To him it was a gift but to me it was a curse . He didn’t turn me out of mercy. He turned me out of need. I was never a girl to him, I was a prophecy, a path to power. But he didn’t expect me to survive. To remember. To fight him with every breath I no longer take. I am Carol Summers. I am Bloodborn. And if I have to burn the world to forget him…I will. ~Nick She Was Never Meant to Matter. She was just the bait. A girl with pretty eyes, too much sunlight in her laugh, and no idea how close she danced to the edge of a very sharp world. She wasn’t chosen because she was special, she was chosen because she wasn’t. No power. No lineage. No threat. That’s why she was perfect. I was supposed to turn her, track the chaos, and draw my enemies out of hiding. She was a means to an end. Disposable. Replaceable. And yet… Somewhere between the blood and the lies, she made me feel. Something warm. Something human. Something I’d buried centuries ago. She wasn’t the threat. Until I made her one. Now I dream about her. I taste her name like a sin. I watch her walk away with my heart in her hands and I let her. Because loving her was never the plan. And yet, it’s the only thing I’d die for~

The Hunt Estate – Chicago. A stormy night. It was a Tuesday. A day that would come to cause me more pain than the day my mother died in cold blood right before my eyes. I never thought I could love someone like I loved her, I had closed off that part of me, shut it off for so long it was dead and buried or so I thought but she brought it back to life. She brought back my spark, only to betray me and hurt me. I was ruined . The rain hit the windows like bullets: sharp, loud, merciless. Inside, I stood in the dim glow of my father’s study, staring at the blood-streaked file in his hands. His heart wasn’t racing. It was detonating. Rebecca Moreau. Her name was printed in bold at the top. Her photo clipped to the corner. My Becca. My everything. Or was she. She lied to me. She betrayed me but I couldn’t help myself. I still felt… deeply. The girl who had leaned against my chest hearing my every heartbeat just nights ago. Who had kissed me like she was drowning and I was the last breath left in the world. Who had touched my scars and didn’t flinch. And made me laugh so hard I surprised myself. I never thought I was capable of feeling such joy. I would have known… it was too good to be true, that she was too good to be true She was the daughter of the man who killed my mother. The door slammed open behind me. “Liam,” Liza hissed, her heels echoing through the room. “You knew? Or were you too stupid to see it? She played you.” “She didn’t know,” I said, my voice low and hoarse. I was in shock “Well not at first …And when she did?” Liza crossed her arms. “Did she run? Did she confess? No she crawled into your bed like nothing.” My fingers curled around the edges of the folder until the paper sliced into my palms. I didn’t feel it. I didn’t feel anything. Except rage. And betrayal. And God help me…desire. That was the worst part. Even now, knowing what she was, I still wanted to protect her. “Dad’s planning to take her,” Liza added with a wicked smile. “His terms? One Moreau for one Hunt. Sounds fair.” My heart snapped into panic. I pushed past my sister, my steps thunderous down the hall. Every memory of Becca: her laughter, her lies, the way she whispered my name like a promise burned through me. She was the enemy. But I had loved her like salvation. Now, the war was coming. And I was going to have to choose: Blood… or Becca?… Find out in this amazing thriller as you take on a journey into the mafia world of betrayal, forbidden passion and high steamy tensions.