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CARSON CREST BRIDGE "Yes, Mother, it's just a little rain," Nathaniel says into the phone, his voice calm despite the downpour soaking him to the bone. He walks steadily across Carson Crest Bridge when a faint whimper catches his ear-a fragile sound from the shadows. He halts, tuning in with his supernatural senses, and steps closer toward the source. Blood. The moment his eyes catch the glint of crimson, his nostrils flare instinctively. The scent is thick, sweet, and dangerously inviting. His eyelids flutter shut for a second as he wrestles down the craving clawing at his throat. He swallows hard, forcing composure. Beneath a flickering, broken street lamp lies a young woman in a tattered pale pink dress. Blood seeps from the back of her head, mingling with the rainwater as it flows across the slick surface of the bridge. She's still alive-barely-her soft, pained whimpers confirming it. Even with her face turned away, something in Nathaniel's chest twists. Pity, unexpected and strong. He can't leave her here. If he does... she won't make it. ♡ When Nathaniel Carson stumbles upon a girl collapsed by the bridge, he brings her home-unaware of the storm he's about to unleash. The Carsons are not your typical family. Vampires who live on the fringes of human society are cloaked in secrecy and centuries of tension. As the mysterious girl recovers in their care, her presence begins to unravel long-buried emotions and dangerous truths. Helen, the matriarch torn between her lost humanity and a heart that still longs to feel, finds herself shaken. Ursula, her rival in love and co-parent in name only, hides a softer side beneath her sharp exterior. And Nixon-the family's patriarch-must face the shadows of their past to protect the future. But the girl didn't just lose her memory. She may have brought something else with her. Not everyone who bleeds is innocent.
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CAUTION CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. "Say it, Allison," he said, his voice low as he trapped me against the rough wall. A shiver ran down my spine, his voice pulling at me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asked. I shook my head, afraid my voice might betray me. His teeth lightly grazed my neck causing a sigh to get past my lips. I could feel him smile against my skin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted one way or another. I tried to slip away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them down tightly. He pressed his hard body against me. I was aware of every inch of him that was touching me. "Don't think you can just leave. We're not done yet." My stomach tightened at his words, the desire inside burning for him. My damn body at war with my mind yet again. He slid his hand up to the edge of my shorts, slowly working it's way up as his mouth trailed small nips from my neck to my collar bone and lower, stopping only when he reached the fabric. I could feel my resolve weakening as his hand reached its destination. "Say it," he demanded. I moaned, my head tipping back as he moved expertly. I wanted to say it then, I really did. But if I said the words, there was no going back. ***************** Allison Cole has just turned seventeen. Most girls would be excited, but she doesn't see it as anything special. She can now find her mate, wherever he is. But she doesn't put much stock in mates or true love. How could something like that be predetermined? Things only go from bad to worse when on that very day she discovers who her mate actually is. Will Allison be able to overcome her bleak thoughts about mates and accept hers? Or is the man bad enough to make her run away? Caught between her body, her mind, and what's best for her pack. Allison must make her decision. Is it worth it?

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