Shaun's best friend had proven Weres existed, so why not Vampires? That's Shaun's reason for wandering a cemetery in the middle of the night, and she's sticking to it -- no matter how many things go bump in the night. A girl has to do what a girl has to do to prove she's right.
As for Rob, he's the big bad wolf...err, cat...here to scare Little Gothic Riding Hood right out of her cherry-red shit-kickers and teach her a lesson about being a sticky beak. Oh the things a Pack Alpha has to do to keep pretty, pert little noses out of his business.
Jakov Pieter's just the token Vamp that Rob dragged along for atmosphere. After all, what's not fun about hanging upside down from a tree? The things a Vamp does to humor his friends...pity humoring's not all he wants to do.
Throw in a three-hundred-year-old ghost, some 7th century mythology, lots of blue sparkles, and a cryptic prophecy about a fated trio of mates, and you have all the fixings of a Greek Tragedy...or maybe it’s a Romance. Capital R, double on the "man."
Which vamp where? This vamp here. And this witch and were. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Series: Huntingdawn; Previous Book: Accidentally Were?
Genre: Shape-shifter/Vampire Paranormal Menage
Note: Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual situations, ménage (m/f/m), voyeurism.