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She was to marry the man who led the attack on her people.

After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered.

It was a fate worse than torture.

With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process.

From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise.

Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands.

From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again.

what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.

Claimed by the vampire prince

" Glaring at me like that won't make me agree to your terms." Ragnar said. He was sitting on the bed, Circe bed, his back propped against the headboard, his legs arranged neatly in front of him.

A faint, almost smug smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, just enough to be noticed, and just enough to make Circe want to hurl something heavy at his head. It was the kind of smile that suggested he knew something she didn't and was far too pleased with himself to keep it a secret.

Circe glared harder. There was so much anger and hostility in just that one look that Ragnar almost reconsidered his plan to rile her up. Almost.

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