Parched for Crimson.

" Crimson?" he echoed with a smirk. "In my world, names like that are invitations. How merciful of your mother to offer you up so... willingly."





Crimson is just a peasant girl, unremarkable save for her cursed name and flaming red hair, whispered about in markets and muttered over fires. Orphaned and struggling to care for her ailing grandmother, she scrapes by selling vegetables under the frozen sun, enduring cruelty and cold alike.



When her village is brutally raided and she is torn from the only life she’s ever known, Crimson is as a servant to a vampire Lord, an immortal creature of shadow and charm, known for his silence and rumored cruelty. But instead of draining her dry, he keeps her close. Too close. And as the walls of his obsidian court close in around her, Crimson begins to realize that he is not the only one watching her… or hunting her.



As the line between captor and protector blurs, Crimson discovers secrets buried in blood... hers and theirs. In a world where humans are prey, trust is poison, and darkness wears many faces, she must choose: fade quietly into obedience, or burn her way into legend.



Because sometimes, the most dangerous thing in a world of monsters… is a girl who learns to stop running.