Starting a new school is hard; starting at a school for vampires when you're the daughter of an infamous vampire hunting family? That might just turn deadly. When seventeen-year-old Cleo Levant is sent to an all-vampire academy as part of a treaty between humans and vampires, she hopes that she can be the steward of a new era of peace. But in between classes, assassination attempts, and a dangerously handsome vampire prince, she begins to realize she might be more of a pawn than she'd thought. When she is secretly tasked by her father to find the vampire royal family's hidden heir within the academy's walls, Cleo will have to decide between family loyalty, and new friendships with the people who used to be her mortal enemies. And with a vampire-human war just waiting to break out, Cleo's decisions might just change the fate of both of her worlds forever.

"Give me a reason to stay that won't piss me off." "Stay-so you can hurt me as much as I hurt you." "As if you could handle it." "Try me." "Know what I dream about every night?" "What?" "Ripping your heart out." *** Everyone at school knows that Cleo Fitzgerald is to blame for putting her boyfriend, Fairmont High's golden boy, Travis Reynolds, in a coma, and they hate her for it. Bitch has shown no remorse over causing her boyfriend's accident. There are even rumors that she's cheating on Travis while he's unconscious in the hospital. When an outsider, Daxton Cole, enters Fairmont's social scene, he befriends Cleo's brother, Brookes, and is immediately drawn to Cleo despite her reputation. She's nothing like the psychopath everyone paints her out to be. The two troubled young lovers strike up a brief but fiery romance that ends in heartbreak when Travis wakes up from his coma. After graduation, Dax joins the military, and Cleo returns to Travis' side. Years later, Dax has yet to forget Cleo. He learns that a traumatic event has triggered Cleo to act out in violence against Travis. After Cleo is committed to a mental institution, Dax gets himself hired to become a guard there. As Dax is forced to follow Cleo around day in and day out, he begins to notice troubling cracks in the veneer of Cleo and Travis' seemingly perfect relationship. Old feelings begin to resurface, and Dax realizes that Cleo's secrets have secrets, and she needs him now more than ever.

"You were ours from the second we saw you," he stated as if I didn't have a choice in it, and the truth was, I didn't need to because he was right. I was theirs, but what they didn't know was that they were mine, too. *** One invitation to an open house. One moment. One chance. And everything changes. When Emma receives an invite to the most exclusive BDSM club in the city, she knows she needs to go. At Desire's Den, she'll experience pain and pleasure, bondage, domination, and submission - all intertwined. For the first time in her life, she dares herself to go after what she wants. She'd always been too afraid. Now she is ready. Now she just has to secure a dominant. But just as everything she ever desired is in her grasp, she finds something she never expected: three possessive masters, all ready to claim her. Callan, the owner of Desire's Den, could make even the most innocent woman hungry with lust. His voice is soft as silk, and as wicked as the dirtiest fantasy you've ever had. Mateo, the sweet-tongued professor, is every woman's dream: a gentleman in public, and filthy in private. Gideon, the trio's resident bad boy, is owner of one of the most popular nightclubs in the city. Behind his calm and stone façade is a violent storm ready to conquer the object of his obsession. And she just might be the one they've been waiting for.

"If they aren't pretty when they are dead, then why bother keeping the bodies in my cemetery? Just burn them. Burn all of them, and give me the charming ones." I laughed at how psychotic he sounded; or even how psychotic he was."You're young, why do you even own your own cemetery? That can't even be legal." "Why bother concerning yourself over my affairs? This cemetery-" he quickly corrected himself, "My cemetery is the most luxurious and ravishing of them all." He bent down, and began to whisper in my ear, "And I know, that you, my lamb, understand my funeral style, don't you?"