Three sets of immortal mates...One warrior born to save the world from Satan's wrath.
Vampires. Witches. Shifters. All will band together to stop the darkness from winning. Fury ignites, love blooms, and relationships are put to the test, all with a passion thatproves hotter than the flames of hell. The battle to save the world doesn't get any sexier.
When Aria Michaels sets out to find the vampire who took her mother’s life, she’s stunned when she finds Rialto Renaldi, the vampire who has been haunting her dreams, instead. She hadn’t believed he was real, and she knows she should run from Rialto as fast as she can. But who better to help her find her mother’s killer?
Rialto is reluctant to help the mortal woman who has invaded his dreams, even though he’s curious about who she is and why she has this strange connection to him. He isn’t, however, about to satisfy his curiosity. The last time he became involved with a mortal, he ended up destroying her. But he knows that if Aria searches for the killer on her own, she’ll join her mother in death.
Finally, Rialto agrees to help Aria, but the pair soon learns that fate brought them together for a much larger purpose, and fate has every intention of destroying them if they don't fulfill their roles in the Blood Revelation Prophecy . . .
She thinks I’m a repulsive monster? I’ll show her a repulsive
monster, Rialto thought, as he ducked under a rickety set of
fire escape stairs, positioning Aria with him among the shadows
so they could see the alley without being seen themselves.
“What are we doing here?”
“Hunting,” he answered irritably, and again asked himself
why. He wasn’t in dire need of blood. He could go another
night or two if need be, but here he was, hiding among the
shadows with the woman he’d dreamed about for over two
decades yet was still a stranger. So why hunt at all tonight?
Because you saw the desire in her eyes, he reminded
himself. She’d tried to chase it away, but not before he’d seen
the heat of it blazing in those eyes of pure green. It was the
same look he saw in her eyes when he dreamed of her, right
before she scratched her own throat to offer him her blood.
He would not allow the dream to become real.
She tensed before him, and he realized he was squeezing
her wrist too tight. He released his grip and brought his other
arm around her waist, holding her so that her back was firmly
pressed against his chest. She let out a soft, barely audible
whimper, reminding him of a kitten trapped by a pit bull, and
her fear spiked another degree. He could sense it rolling off of
her in fervent waves as blood pumped harder through her veins,
calling to him like a siren’s song. He dipped his head, smelling
the skin of her neck peeking out from the collar of her jacket.
Coconut and leather fused together, combining with the fragrant
aroma of blood and fear, begging him to taste the droplets of
sweat glistening along her collarbone.
“Try it and die,” Aria warned, and he felt the unmistakable
point of a sharpened stake pushing against his throat.
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