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Adam hat sich selbst zerstört, um mich zu retten. Zuerst zweifle ich, ob ich die Kraft habe, weiterzumachen. Aber mit jeder Sekunde, die vergeht, sehe ich den Propheten und verfluche ihn. Meine Zeit als Jungfrau ist vorbei. Ich weigere mich, noch länger eine Figur in seinem Spiel zu sein. Aber es gibt immer mehr Möglichkeiten für den Propheten, an mich heranzukommen, mich zu benutzen und mich unter seinem Einfluss zu halten. Werde ich stark genug sein, um mich zu befreien?

Ich trat ins Kloster ein, um die Wahrheit zu finden. Aber ich habe so viel mehr entdeckt, und die Dunkelheit hier verführt mich, zieht mich runter, bis ich nur noch an ihn denken kann. Adam Monroe, der Sohn des Propheten, der dunkle Prinz eines Imperiums, das von Tag zu Tag wächst. Er hat die Aufgabe, mich vor den Wölfen der Außenwelt zu beschützen.

Ich kann mich nicht vor dem Kloster retten, und vielleicht konnte ich es nie. Der Prophet wird von Tag zu Tag gefährlicher. Seine Wahnvorstellungen sind in Blut getränkt, und wenn ich nicht aufpasse, wird dieses Blut mein eigenes sein. Trotz des wachsenden Risikos, setze ich die Suche nach der Wahrheit fort, auch wenn der dornige Pfad schließlich zu Adam führt, in dessen dunklen Augen sich Schuldgefühle widerspiegeln.

Paris, heir to a vampire kingdom he has never claimed, is adrift on earth and in the Underworld. The bounty on his head keeps him on the run. When he realizes the woman whose death haunts his dreams could be alive, he will risk everything just to touch Helen again. But her past can't be erased, and neither can her old enemy - a demon who will destroy worlds just to possess her.

Mein Name ist Sebastian Lindstrom, und ich bin der Bad Guy in dieser Geschichte. Ich habe beschlossen, meine Geschichte offenzulegen, einmal in meinem hohlen Leben die Wahrheit zu sagen, egal wie dunkel sie ist. Und ich kann Ihnen versichern, dass sie so dunkel ist, dass Sie die schwarzen Ränder meines Kopfes nach einem Türgriff absuchen werden, der nicht da ist.

Ever since Scarlet Rocket showed up in the flesh, she's turned my structured world upside down. My neatly ordered life, my hand-painted Aliens versus Vampires figurines, my expertly curated comics collection - none of these things provide any shelter from her sexy, sassy onslaught. It's a disaster of my own making. She didn't exist until I created her. Now, I can't get her out of my mind, and all I want to do is get her into my bed. Never mind that she's a thief, a liar, a con woman. Every step she takes leaves chaos in her wake. And damn if I don't want more of it.

Kyrie Kent hates baseball. She hates players even more. When her best friend drags her to a Ravens game, she spends the innings reading a book. Until she gets a glimpse of the closer - a pitcher who draws her like a magnet. Fighting her attraction to Easton Holliday is easy. All she has to do is keep her distance, avoid the ballpark, and keep her head down. At least, all that would have worked, but Easton doesn't intend to let Kyrie walk so easily. When another player vies for Kyrie's attention, Easton will swing for the fences.

Dancing for strange men was the biggest turn on I'd ever known. Until I met him. He was able to control me, make me hot, and make me need him, with nothing more than a look. But he was a fantasy. Just another client who worked me up and paid my bills. Until he found me, the real me. Now, he's backed me into a corner. His threats and promises, darkly whispered in tones of sex and violence, have bound me surer than the cruelest ropes.

I stayed out of my father's business. His dirty money never mattered to me, so long as my trust fund was full of it. But now I've been kidnapped by his enemies and stuffed in a bag. The rough men who took me have promised to hurt me if I make a sound or try to run. I know, deep down, they are going to hurt me no matter what I do. Now I'm cuffed to their bed. Will I ever see the light of day again?

I've been in Professor Stevens' class for a semester. He's brilliant, severe, and hot as hell. I haven't been particularly attentive, prepared, or timely, but he hasn't said anything to me about it. I figure he must not mind and intends to let me slide. At least I thought that was the case until he told me to stay after class today. Maybe he'll let me off with a warning?

I've been on the trail of the local mob kingpin for months. I know his haunts, habits, and vices. The only thing I didn't know was how obsessed he was with me. Now, caught in his trap, I'm about to find out how far he and his local cop-on-the-take will go to keep me silent.