He is the alpha. He is ruthless, bitter, and cold. He is everything I want, but can't have. He is my savior and I his demise. He was beautiful, painstakingly so. Soft, short black hair that was softer than the feathers of a pampered swan. Tanned, olive toned skin that had been kissed by the sun. Features so striking, so remarkable the angels cried from his beauty. His cheekbones were sharp, accented by forest green eyes rimmed with even darker lashes. His face had been carved delicately by the gods themselves, leaving ruins in the wake of anyone who came into contact with him. The face of an angel, the body of a god, and the anger of a thousand men. Gabriel.

(Book 3) It's a whole different world for... well not 'Albany' exactly. But a girl that goes by a different name. Living in a different place, through a different life and what is a struggle to move ahead. Little does she think that the drama of what happened before will catch back up to her. But it does and there isn't anything she can do to avoid it. All she knows is that she doesn't want to be a victim - even if she has people around her that are willing to protect her. Including a man she didn't think she would ever see again and her strange Uncle Jackson. Hiding is no longer an option when old friends find their way back to her and new enemies are coming just as fast.