She always came so easily, so perfectly responsive to his touch, his voice, his will even. Although she hated thinking of it like that. She was stubborn and would remind him vehemently that he was a man from another time, that he needed to remember she had the vote, or in other words, he had no right to impose any will on her in any way, shape, or form.
What she didn’t know, was that the master was always the slave. Yes, he would be her man. He’d bend her body and her heart, her pride to his. And he did. Subtly. But all the while she was his goddess; Hathor, the Egyptian goddess of love.
He belonged to her.
Because what good was a man with nothing to worship but himself?
Kendra Basra knew it wouldn’t be easy, being married to Alessandro; not only is he from another age, but he’s a vampire, and that complicates things. Now she’s being hunted by Waylon, her husband’s grandson. Alessandro doesn’t want to change Kendra into a vampire, but he knows that if his grandson gets his hands on her, he will curse her to love him forever, dooming her to an eternal life with a man who doesn’t love her. The only way to save her is to curse her before his grandson can.
The werewolves, Danielle and Lothar Ludvitski, agree to help them. There’s just one problem. If the other wolves find out that they stood guard as Alessandro curses Kendra, Lothar will lose his alpha status. Worse than that, Danielle and his children will be taken away from him. Vampires and werewolves aren’t supposed to be allies, much less friends, and going against their sacred oaths to protect humans from vampires comes at a price.
Cover Art By: nylaart17
Darcy Branwyn 
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