Can she save him from a life like hers? Can she trust him? Will it fail? Danica is forced to live with a newly turned vampire. Liking it is not a word she would use to him being in her house. But as they get to know each other Danica falls for him and his sweet ways. But can Danica trust this guy? Will Danica's relationship fail like her parent's did? Or will they emerge from the old flames ashes triumphant?

Aurora's world turned upside down nearly a year ago when she discovered that she's half Mystical, one of two groups of Supernaturals that exist. A year ago, she wasn't even sure if she believed in all the Supernatural talk… it seemed about as realistic as UFOs. Now she spends her days trying to perfect her Fae skills and her free time hanging with her friends or sparing with the shifters at the gym. Life gets even more interesting after she catches the attention of a vampire. Chase Avery isn't just any vampire though, he's the definition of terrifying. When she manages to one up him in a sparring match, he's more than a little intrigued. Chase knows that no Fae should fight so well, they're Mysticals, they use magic not strength. The Cursed are know for their brawn and yet Aurora manages to hold her own against them, he's determined to find out why.

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