His eyes roamed over her delicious curves; a full, hourglass figure. He could imagine tracing the outline of those curves with his tongue... "What's your name, beautiful?" A pretty flush spread over her high, lightly freckled cheekbones, gazing up at him, only now just noticing his presence. "Liv," she murmured, voice a bit shaky, hesitant. She must have been terrified. Turning on his charm, he gave her a lopsided smile. "Well, Liv, I'm sure you'd like a shower and a hot meal." Stretching out his hand, she paused a moment before taking it, staring at her smaller, delicate hand in his larger, rougher one. Leading her to his motorcycle, he slid his helmet over her head. "C'mon," he said, straddling the beast, motioning for her to get on. * * * She would never, in her entire life, have imagined such a sinfully attractive man; one that set could her aflame with just one look. And he wanted her. Maybe it was the adrenaline of knowing she was on some crazed lunatic's hit-list, or the fact that they'd been trapped in close quarters these last few days... Ever since the brutal murder of her friend, he was her constant companion; her protector. But there was something about him that set him apart from all other men, and it was something she'd have to figure out for herself. He was no ordinary man. No. He was something else entirely...

There is no life without blood... No life without sin... Marguerite Dante is young and looking for adventure. A curious advertisement sends her to the isolated wilds on the northwestern coast of France. Her employer, the heir to one of the oldest families in Europe, is as attractive as he is mysterious. Nothing can prepare her for the dark secret that will change everything she thought she knew about the world - and love. A 19th century tale of mystery, horror and romance.