Night after night, the same man ensnares Meg in dreams that swiftly become more comforting than reality itself. A profound love blossoms for this enigmatic stranger, drawing her relentlessly into these fantasies. Yet, each waking moment cruelly robs Meg of the romance her dream companion offers nightly. As Meg's reality collides with a concealed supernatural realm, unimaginable wonders and horrors force the young woman to mature beyond her years. Warlocks, witches, werewolves, and fantastical creatures wage a clandestine war, all vying to enlist her with the hope that her visions can tip the scales in their favor forever. In this unseen battle, the quest for the man from her dreams becomes paramount. Amid the chaos of mystical forces, Meg yearns to make him reciprocate the love she already harbors for him. The fate of both worlds hangs in the balance as she navigates a treacherous path, torn between her dreams and the impending reality of a supernatural war.

It's never possible to run from your past. Sooner or later you have to turn and face it, either to fight the monsters that wait there or to submit and fall beneath their claws. As a reincarnated Master vampire I should've expected that to be tough. However, as my memories of my past had been tampered with and hidden out of reach, it was difficult to prepare for the fang baring creature snapping at my heels. Especially as the only man who could help me understand who I'd started out as believed the only way to protect me was through distance. It didn't help that I had secrets as well, things I couldn't share with Conn for fear they'd destroy him. There was darkness in my past, and it was coming for me, but my biggest fear was that it would swallow the man I couldn't admit to loving.

You said I'm playing a god's game, but you should be more concerned about playing a monster's. That's a game I'll win... I would go to Beorn to save Conn's cohort; a cohort I'd never asked to be part of. I hadn't asked for any of it. I'd wanted my husband, his child, to live and die a mortal life in a time which was almost beyond memory. I hadn't ever asked for this life. Why did everyone seem so able to forget that? They all wanted to be shocked, to gather around their Sire and shake their heads in disgust at the adulterer. What they didn't get, what none of them understood, was that it was going to hurt me far more than it was going to hurt him. For a millennium, my body was used as a weapon, as a potential way to hurt Leof, or a way to exert control over me, and over Ragnar's terrified recruits. Did they think this was what I wanted? Yet even I underestimated the damage Beorn could do, and my alarm increased when he whispered the very last thing I expected, "Oh no, you're much more than a vampire. That's what makes you so interesting. Do you remember being queen of Ésageard?" How could I predict that what I was mattered little compared to what Beorn was? I didn't realise, even as he insisted, "Fenn. For tonight, you will call me Fenn. I don't expect to tell you again. I want my name ingrained on your consciousness until the day you realise that I'm far stronger than your 'king of the gods' could ever be." VAMPIRE/PARANORMAL/URBAN FANTASY

Let me tell you what it was to be made vampire. It wasn't birth. Birth implies pushing, tearing forth into the light, screaming. Becoming immortal was to be pulled, to be tugged irrevocably into darkness, and it was silent. I should have fought, any person should fight, but my mind had been filled with a hazy calm which forbade any battle. Struggling had been the last thing on my mind, even when my bus arrived and my assailant waved it on, dismissing my last hope of escape. Yet my lack of rebellion was far from the most unsettling part of the stranger's control over me. The truth was that the man could've asked anything of me and I would've complied, but he didn't need to vocalise his request. I knew instinctively what he wanted. I sighed and surrendered myself as he held me against his front in a lover's embrace, tipping my head and willingly giving him access to my throat. "One day you'll understand," he whispered, his tone subdued. I've often wondered since if he was really talking to me. Perhaps he'd been talking to himself, persuading himself that one day I'd know and accept his reasons for what he'd planned for me. I wouldn't. I couldn't. Because when my fangs came in, my world altered irrevocably. It became somewhere dark, somewhere filled with murder and blood, where magic was sinister and where even my closest ally seemed more like an enemy... Even if he did make my heart skip a beat. VAMPIRE/PARANORMAL/URBAN FANTASY