Almost immediately after embracing my fate, I was stolen away to Draterion as leverage to ensure my mate behaved in the brewing war. Being away from Alaris was hard, but paying the price to join him on the battlefield was harder.
Motives shifted, alliances cracked, and the freedom of our world hung in the balance, all at the mercy of an enemy we couldn't fully understand.
And through it all, there was one thing I couldn't escape, one thing that would either be my salvation or my undoing: I was blood bound.
*This is the second and final book in the Vampires of Veresian duology. Please read Blood Bought first*
From the cover:
If anyone has ever deserved to get raw-dogged by a couple of strangers, it’s me. I’ve had the year from Hell and a break-up that matched that shitty energy, so why not? It’s one full moon weekend with no strings attached and no rubbers — which are my two favorite things to not have — and I get to walk away Monday morning with my head held high and my legs feeling like jelly.
A girl’s gotta indulge every once in a while.
When the waiver you have to sign to get in the door is two pages long, you know it's going to be a good night.
But for me, I had no idea that the haunted House of Shadows would make good on their promise to deliver a whole host of horrors. They brought my fears to life, let their monsters play with me however they wanted, and blurred the line between role-play and reality until I wasn't sure what was real anymore.
But the biggest horror they made me face wasn't tangible. It was the desire I'd kept hidden for years, and the consequences of wanting something completely forbidden.
What happens inside these walls will stay with me forever.
All my life, I've been taught to worship The Saint. My father is a vicar and my mom is constantly trying to one-up herself in the ranks of Luna Vale Sainthood Church, which leaves me the obedient daughter who can't imagine doing anything but following in their footsteps.
But when the man I've been promised to decides I'm not worth the wait, my perfectly-laid plan goes sideways. I'm no good to the Sainthood if I'm not being married off. I'm no good to my parents if I don't find a good match with someone.
And I so, so desperately want to be good.
Luckily for me, someone else has his eye on me. Someone older, rich, experienced. My parents may not approve, but I'm a grown woman now capable of choosing my own path --- and maybe I don't want to worship The Saint anymore.
Maybe I want to worship him.
I just hope my last chance at salvation doesn't become my undoing.
Quinn:
I’ve always been told I was different.
My dreams are a little too real, intuition a little too strong. But it’s not until my best friend and I are stolen away to a school full of magical beings that I start to really believe it.
Here, my quirks are gifts. My gut instinct is a weapon. And the werewolf who latches onto me the second I set foot inside the grounds will either be my salvation… or my complete undoing.
Suren:
I thought I understood the world.
It’s a cold, bitter place that will chew you up and spit you back out if you’re not careful.
But there’s a hidden darkness too, monsters lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce.
Monsters I never could’ve dreamed of.
Monsters that want to take, to own, to conquer.
And at Rogue Hollow Academy, the most dangerous monster isn’t one that goes bump in the night… it’s the one who claims me for his own.
I thought I was just a normal girl with a normal life and a normal future, but I was wrong.
I was taken by vampires just after my twenty-first birthday, ripped away from my home, my father, and my little sister, just like they'd taken my mother when I was a baby.
There was more to that story than I'd been told, more than I ever wanted to know. She'd made a deal with Heir Alaris to save my life in exchange for her service as a bloodwhore for thirty years, which should've been enough to satisfy the debt and allow me to live my life.
But she didn't make it that long, and Alaris was done waiting for me.
I'd been blood bought.
It was time to pay up.
Some people claim they're haunted by their pasts, but me?
I'm actually haunted by mine, by a ghost who trips people when they flirt with me, gets me fired, and is trying to get me to go back home to Hallowtide.
And then there's Nox.
Beautiful, tattooed, powerful, and exists only in my dreams. The sex is great, but I can't hold onto that forever.
When he starts trying to get me to go home too, lines blur, and I have to face the possibility that they're one and the same.
But what will going home bring me other than pain?
And what does my ghost have to do with any of it?
