Absolute literary garbage! If this book were any cheesier it would grow mold. I feel like I lost twenty IQ points forcing myself to endure this pointless, plotless "story". The writing style is of Wal-Mart quality, and the dialogue wooden predictability masquerading as wit and coy. Penthouse Letters have more plot and much better eroticism than this novel. What is really unfortunate is that the world-building element of the backstory, and I'm referring to the pre-prologue, had so much potential. Centering around the Arthurian legends of the Knights of the Round table, Merlin and his wife Nimue, immortals from a different realm, left his grail to imbue certain gifts to particular humans in order for them to protect the rest of humanity. These human immortals, or Magekind, use the energy of the Mageverse to give themselves extraordinary powers. Males turn into vampires and females turn into Majae, or witches. Sounds good, right? I thought so too, and Angela Knight should have continued to build on this, but sadly, she didn't in this novel. Instead what the reader receives is explicitly gratuitous and repetitious sex scenes where Erin Grayson, a former cop now turned spy trying to uncover cult's that perform human sacrifices, meets Reece Champion, a vampire who protects human-kind, and their excruciatingly brief encounter before hopping in the sack and realizing, two days later, that they can't live without each other. Both are kidnapped by a demon, and Reece realizes he must change Erin into a Majae in order to break out of their captures prison. And how do you think she's turned? Not by a bite, no...but by having sex with him three times. But, there's the possibility she might go insane. However, she doesn't. Too bad, because it might have made the story much better. However, they fight the bad guys with minimal help from the Knights and all is well. The end. *ugh*