Declan and Owen have been together for as long as anyone could remember. They knew they were mates before they really even knew what mates were. An impromtu trip, suggested by their sister Rue, causes them to come face to face with something, or someone they never thought they would meet. Another mate.

Tackling her had been a mistake. The feel of the soft curves pushed up against him was overwhelmingly sensual and he'd been too damn long without a woman. Jesus the lass was as soft as a kitten. Mumbling a curse; he held her down and warned, "Don't move lass, I won't hurt you" There was something dark and promising in his voice that sent a shiver down her spine. He felt oddly familiar and some of her tension eased. "Who are you? What do you want?" she asked breathlessly, trying to force air back into her lungs.....

"Tóso ómorfi," someone almost growled behind me. My heart jolted with shock in my chest as I shrieked and whirled around. An imposing man stood before me, his almost-black eyes full of desire. The sleek tuxedo he was wearing fitted the broad expanse of his torso like a second skin. His sun kissed complexion was without flaw and a shadow crept across the shape of his clean shaven jawline. I could smell the bittersweet musk of his aftershave from where I was standing. He was the human vessel of Adonis. In less than two steps, he had strode forwards until he was right in front of my face. I could not breathe. The air was as heavy as lead in my lungs. A second passed. He paused-I allowed the moment I had to recoil from him to dissipate around us-and he gripped my chin hard and pushed his mouth fiercely over mine. I was paralyzed and my mind raced. Why was he in the women's toilets? Frances Hayward is a journalist known for her ice queen demeanour-despite her popular articles discussing the do's and don'ts of romance as alter ego Valerie D'Voire. She is also cursed with the burden of keeping her emotions in check after an accident in her past. Ensuring her dormant state is natural for Frances, but tensions run high and remaining in control proves difficult when she meets Greek bachelor Mr Krieos.

Schuyler believes that she knows the world she is in, and she believes she is in control but when she learns the truth, she is far from in control. With blonde hair, blue eyes and a smile so pure that one would believe she could do no wrong, innocence dripped from her skin and that was the way that Schuyler preferred it. In reality, she was far from innocent, and even further from pure but that was not what she wanted her prey to think. She needed her innocent facade, and her pure smelling blood in order to trap the wolves in her web, and once trapped the only escape was death. This is not your typical Red Riding Hood story, where Red allowed others to kill the wolves, and where she was too innocent to do anything. No, this is a gruesome, horrific retelling where blood is the main theme and deception follows closely behind.