By Bella Forrest
At the night of Sofia Claremont's 17th birthday, she is sucked right into a nightmare from which she can't wake.
A quiet night stroll alongside a seashore brings her nose to nose with a deadly light creature that craves even more than her blood.
She is abducted to an island the place the solar is ceaselessly forbidden to polish. An island uncharted via any map and governed through the main strong vampire coven on this planet. She wakes right here as a slave, a captive in chains.
Sofia's existence takes an exhilarating and terrifying flip while she is the only chosen out of thousands of ladies to affix the harem of Derek Novak, the darkish royal Prince.
Despite his habit to energy and obsessive thirst for her blood, Sofia quickly realizes that the most secure position at the island is inside his quarters, and she or he needs to do all inside of her strength to win him over if she is to outlive even yet one more night.
Will she be successful? ...Or is she destined to a similar destiny that every one different women have met by the hands of the Novaks?
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As if some One had answered, he saw that the coffins were doors again, one of which opened directly in his path. Offering no resistance (he had none to offer), he was drawn through into another place, another time. Drawn into time itself, but time in reverse! And so Harry began to fall into his own past. Gathering speed, he was drawn backwards in time like a thread rewinding itself on to its bobbin. Indeed, he watched his own blue life-thread - nothing less than the course and continuity of his fourth-dimensional existence from birth to the grave - streaming back into him as he backtracked years already lived.
Gazing somewhat obliquely on his host, he felt that The Dweller's unseen eyes saw more than was their right, that they might even peer into a man's soul. Lardis's soul, like his conscience, was crystal clear, but his thoughts were never less than searching. He didn't much like the idea that perhaps The Dweller was also a thought-thief, a mental-ist. Certainly the majority of the Old Wamphyri had had the power, in one degree or another. Finally The Dweller spoke. ' His voice was young, yet old with knowledge, with strangeness.
You are ... a changeling creature,' he said. ' 'A changeling, it's true,' The Dweller agreed. 'I had two fathers, only one of which was a man! My human flesh is dying now, but I can feel my vampire at work in me. ' There was that in his voice ... Lardis was not afraid ... but there was weirdness in the air ... the moon had turned the garden yellow, with black mountains beyond, split by the deep blue V of the pass. 'I should be going,' the Gypsy said, his normal rumble of a voice little more than a whisper.