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I didn't expect to be attacked mere weeks into moving, but I was. I was saved and thrown into a world I never thought existed. If that wasn't enough, I nearly shit my pants in a hospital bed (if I was wearing them), because this gruff, asshole vampire, growled at me. Apparently, he's part of the Vampire Summons and doesn't like bystander humans, knowing about their existence. And to top all of this off...I think the bastard is tailing me.

Dmitri's found himself, saving the life of someone he thought was a rogue; unfortunately, the one he saves, isn't just another gay wolf like himself, but something much higher. Tree never thought he'd meet another like himself; his wolf wants to mark him, but Tree's not sure why. Their animal part doesn't normally mark same-sex partners, so is his wolf senile?

I've always had an odd and strange life, but I didn't expect it to turn out this way—I'm detective Atlas Jones and I've got a problem—well, two problems; I keep running into two people that show up at my murder cases. I don't think they're involved, because one of them is a friend of Mira Saunders; at least, I saw him at the hospital some months back—he gives me the creeps; he's not alone either, he's got someone with him and the intense look he gives me, makes my body shiver all over—it doesn't help that he's hot, I'm gay and I've been going through a dry spell.

Andras has been a mystery since Fang first met him. He has been coming in and out of the Bowens' life over the last several years. Now, everyone wants to know who and what he really is.

Some time ago, humans…us, made pacts with demons all the time; it’s written in a text somewhere I read. Little did I know, how true that actually was; after getting out of an abusive relationship, I picked up a book at a local library…more out of boredom then anything. I didn’t think reading a few spell words from it, would summon a demon named Dizzin. Aside from the black demon like wings and the horns that jet out of the top of his head, he seems absolutely normal. Problem is, the words I spoke, had somehow made a blood pact with him…what that means…I’m not even sure myself.

I thought everything was going well in my life, until the phone call my father received; since then, I've been itching to meet my older brother, but not sure how to approach him. Flying from Austin Texas to Chicago Illinos isn't easy for me, I don't like flying; I had booked a hotel, but before I even get to it, I'm attacked by what looked like a rabid beast.