It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a girl with rare blood must be in want of a vampire problem.

Cally’s life was complicated enough without nightmares, strange magic, and a brooding immortal with boundary issues. When she learns her blood is unique and catnip for vampires, she has to ask herself what’s worse: being hunted… or craving the touch of the hunter?

With Boston in the grip of a deadly turf war, the only thing more dangerous than the vampire hunting her is the one who refuses to stay away.

Antoine, three centuries deep into a life he didn’t choose, is drawn to her wild, reckless spirit. His connection to Cally is unsettling, her blood too potent to ignore. Is she the one who can shatter the chains of his own making?

But as Cally struggles to control the magic inside her and survive the violent world she’s been thrust into, she must decide whether she’s walking into a trap—or if she’s already caught in it.

She wasn’t prey. She wasn’t magic. She wasn’t his.
He disagreed.