Lilian Quinn

I never wanted to go to Mardi Gras. The wild parties, the chaos—none of it was for me. But my sister Raya lives for it, and spending time with her means everything. So, I went, determined to survive the madness for her sake.
Then I met him. A man so captivating it was impossible to look away. There was something dangerous about him, something eerily familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Not until the night that changed everything.
What started as a night of fun and celebration turned into a nightmare. Creatures that shouldn’t exist attacked us. The supernatural world isn’t real… at least, I thought it wasn’t. But now Raya is missing, and no one will believe me.
I know what I saw. I know she’s out there somewhere. But can I find her before it’s too late? And more terrifyingly—am I next?


Bloodborne Secrets

Even before I heard her crying out, I knew what Emily was doing. I could feel the pale flame of her passion growing brighter and brighter in my chest until the heat was enough to choke me. I’m ready to come unglued now that she’s giving full vent to the storm in her veins.


My throat goes raw with thirst, and I clap a hand over my mouth and stagger through the French doors onto our little terrace. Gulping in huge lungfuls of night air, I try to exhale the greedy devil from my body.


It’s no use. Even out here I can feel the thrum of her. It rises higher and higher in my bones, chasing the crest.


“Fuck,” I grunt, gripping the balustrade and bearing down to keep control. “She’s going to come again.”


Chapter 45: Succumbing