As the son of the infamous New Amsterdam city mayor, Lucian learned at an early age that power is king, love is for the weak, and a real man has no use for tears or mercy. The only light in Lucian's formative years was Shea who gave Lucian the impetus to break free of his father and leave the city. Shea is never far from Lucian's side, a friend and companion.<br><br>But after a lover dies despite Lucian's best efforts, Lucian returns home with new purpose: build an empire to destroy the darkness that steal lives and souls. Shea's back in the city, too, and when three long years pass without contact, Lucian realizes he can't live without confessing that Shea is his only solace and reason for living.<br><br>When reuniting with Shea leads to a horrifying discovery at the hands of the very evil Lucian wishes to eradicate, Lucian vows a path of bloody vengeance to save Shea from certain destruction.

Winter's Knight

“You look like someone just hit you in the mouth with a wet fish,” Ginger remarked, standing on tiptoes and scanning the ballroom. “Who are you meeting—oh my sweet Lord!”


Ginger made it to Shea before Lucian could get there. The woman trotted like a pony in her two-inch pumps and flung herself around Shea’s neck.


“Oof.” Shea chuckled and hugged his mother tightly, picking her up off the floor and setting her back down. “Mom, what did we say about not making a scene the next time we saw each other?” Shea asked, but the fond tenderness in his eyes was easy to see, and the crude cadence of his voice was gone in the face of family.


“You didn’t tell me it’d be years in between sightings, you rat!” Ginger retorted, making a fist and punching Shea in the bicep.


“Ow!” Shea grinned without actually flinching. “Hey, I called, and it’s only been three years. Didn’t Cousin Vicky leave and move off to God knows for five before she even got in touch?”


Chapter 11