Paisley Conner has a great life. She has loving parents, caring friends, everything she needs and wants but one thing is missing, her mate. All her life Paisley has been told story's about mates and how amazing it is to find yours so naturally Paisley wants to find hers. But on the day after her sixteenth birthday something happens, she finds her mate, and soon after she wishes she didn't.

He was carnal. He was power. His tongue held sin. His touch held lust. I was spiraling down a road I couldnt come out of. I was his. And that's all I wanted to be. ***Erotic Novel***

It possibly couldn't be true! There's no way this could happen! Unfortunately for Amabell and the rest, it most defiantly is... She's pregnant! Never in the history of the prophecy has something like this been born. It's not human and it's hardly vampire. The real question is; who's the father?! Mark and Vincent are the least of their worries in this twisted sequel. Facing death, Amabell has to make the decision to kill the baby inside her or be torn from the inside out. It isn't an easy choice and she can't do it alone. But can the group get along long enough to save her life? It's a matter of life and death and Amabell is feeling everything but alive.

"I'm a stripper, not a prostitute." I say as he slowly pushes me against the wall. "Not much of a difference now a days." He says, raising an eyebrow. "You bastard. I don't even know why I wasted my time with you." I say through grit teeth. "Cause you can't deny a good fuck and lucky for you I can't either. Keep the fucking money or I'm going to take you on the wall and not care who walks in." He challenges. "Even your wife?" I ask quietly. "Even my wife. Now what do you say?" He finalizes. I inhale deeply and narrow my gaze on him. "I swear to God, I loathe you." I murmur. He smirks, "Feelings are mutual." He says grinning and I crash my lips onto mine. Coming in August 2013

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...