"You seem to have forgotten that you're not marrying a commoner, Alina. You're marrying the prince of all vampires, so look alive and get me some coffee." Alina Deluca lives a normal life up in the Californian north. At least that's what she makes the world believe. Locked within her hypnotising emerald eyes are horrors she could never speak of even if it killed her... secrets that border the paranormal. Erick Stayton, the Vampire Prince, is her nightmare. To her, he was no more than a cold, savage predator that lusted for her blood and took away everything she had that one traumatising night four years ago. Except she is bound to be his bride by an arranged marriage deal she can never understand Now, at twenty-one, she is to marry her nightmare in a month's time. Mustering her every strength to set things right in her awry life, she gets embroiled in an ages old feud and a struggle for power of mind-boggling proportions. Strangely enough, she finds herself connecting with Erick.

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

Being cheated on is the worst feeling ever. When I called my best friend Kyrn and told her what happened between me and Brett, she came over straight away. I always told her that I wished I would find a man that would love me and not just want sex all the time like most guys do. It turns out, that I would be getting my wish tonight. Tonight was the night that my best friend and I were kidnapped from my house by sexy Greek god kidnappers. Highest ranking: #1 in Werewolf