Leila lived with her pack all her life. It was until she was forced into an arranged marriage that she ran away from home. She turned into a rogue and while running away from an Alpha, she ends up kidnapped by another one. The exception for this was one: this Alpha was her mate.

Picture this: You enter the mall with your friends. As you're making your way to buy a strawberry smoothie, you notice something more delicious walking right towards you. As he comes closer, he gives you a heart stopping smirk then takes you by surprise. He pulls you into a headlock, jabs a gun in your temple, then runs away with you. As I uncover why this mysterious model kidnapped me, I find myself tackling, punching, hugging, and watching Disney movies with him. Call me reckless, but something about this troubled kidnapper is quite intriguing yet heartbreaking. Find out if I, Skylar Scrowbar, end up dead in a ditch somewhere, or end up helplessly falling in love with my sexy kidnapper.

“Guard the doors!” I command to the others, while I chase after the man. He was fast, but I was faster. I caught him and pinned him to the cold ground with my black stiletto boots. He looked scared. “What do you want from me?” He asks in a shaky voice. He knew what we wanted, but he was determined to play games. He planned on playing games until someone came and rescued him. But no one was coming; we’ve made sure of that. “You know what we want Doctor Martins, and we are going to get it.” He tried on a look of surprise but failed. Finally after a threat and two blows to the face he reached into his pocket finally and pulled out the prototype. “You won’t get away with this.” He manages to say through mouthfuls of blood. In a voice so cold that it could have frozen up the face of a little girl, I said; “We already did.”

Nightingale is human - or would be, had it not been for the manner of her creation. Genetically engineered and grown to adulthood in a lab, she was created, not born. Why? For the sole purpose of the entertainment of rich men as one of the many Inamoratas in the bordello business . Beautiful, elegant, a superb dancer and an even better singer, she is the perfect lover for any man. Perfect, that is, except for her personality - the one thing you can't engineer.

(The sequel to Inamorata) Death has long been a subject that preys upon Nightingale's mind. Her life has never been a safe one, not with her past in the bordello and her occupation as a government agent. Death has always been close to her; she used to long for it in her suffering, and now she fears that it will take away her happiness, but it has always been her own life she has worried for. But when the life of someone else suddenly hangs in the balance, she will be forced to choose between love and morality.