The Mourning Kiss

In the shadowed heart of 19th-century Austria, a woman named Isolde Vincent waits each twilight at the gate of Blackthorne Abbey, where moss grows between the stones and the rain never quite stops falling. Clad in a jade silk gown stitched with black Eastern dragons, her raven ringlets cling to alabaster skin as she waits-always waits-for the one she cannot forget.

Kable Ravencroft, a war-born vampire burdened by a violent past and a blood-forged curse, once loved her with a tenderness that defied the cruelty of the world. But when he vanished beneath the crimson eclipse, promising return, the village whispered that he'd never existed at all.

Yet Isolde feels him-beneath the storms, in the ache of her spine, in the iron scent of the wind. The blood moon rises once more, and with it, the truth:
Kable has returned, changed and hunted, drawn to her by the same longing that never died.

But not all that returns is whole.
And not all love survives resurrection.

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