In a world where vampires feed from other vampires and males dominate females... there is but one precious thing left in their world which every vampire craves... A Mihr. Dohmenic is the Dralan - the King - of all vampires, and survives purely on clean blood; The blood of a Mihr, a virgin. Without a Dralaq, a Queen, he has to feed from Mihrs to ensure the continuation of his pure blood and the claim to the throne. But the times are dire; Mihrs are becoming rarer and rarer each day, and so the Dralan is slowly fading from bloodthirst. He desperately needs a Mihr to feed. Leyla is a Mihr. She is one of the few that is left in the world ruled by hungry, savage male vampires and she intends to stay that way. In hiding from the frenzied males, she ends up in the one place that should have been her only safe haven in the world; The Dralan's castle. Disguising herself as a Kischmir (a servant), she pretends she is but a mere commoner whose blood is not the purest kind in the kingdom. But when the Dralan nearly dies from cruel thirst, her blood is all that can save him. To be a Mihr means you can't be bedded by a male, otherwise your blood will be tainted. But as things grow heated between the Dralan and Leyla, will Dohmenic be able to keep his hands off her? After all, we always want what we can't have...

Shandris has been running from everyone, because there is nowhere and no one safe when you've betrayed everyone. Of course, when she gets caught, it's by the one man who could save her from it all, and he doesn't want her.

His eyes were calling me towards. They were glowing but yet they were comforting and warm. I walked towards him slowly, like I was a puppet. Once I reached him, he pulled me towards his chest and lowered his nose towards my neck. He took in a deep breath, breathed out on my neck and then boom everything went blank.

The small town of Lee isn’t that large, everyone knows each other. And they know just who to stay away from, but poor Annie doesn’t and falls into the grasp of Ash Thatcher. A man every female, young and old, knows to stand clear of. Being a new member of this community, little Annette Cross doesn’t know just what Mr. Thatcher is capable of.