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360 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 7, 2016

The fight inside me had died years ago. I had trusted. I had fought. Neither had done me any good. So now I trusted myself, and that meant killing parts of who I was. It meant protecting me. Burying me.

I loved how he could be angry, but gentle at the same time. I loved how he was honest, even if his words might hurt. I trusted him because of that.

“One day you won’t fear me.”

But his past—my past—that made up who we were now. We were both broken in different ways by those we trusted. But it’s what brought us together.

“I care about you and if anything happens to you…you mean something to me, babe.”

I was about self-destruction and Waleron was about ultimate control. The two could not mix.

"We were both broken in different ways by those we trusted. But it's what brought us together...Kilter was my beautiful Tyrant."







"I'd never felt anything so intense as the desire swirled through every part of my body. Overpowering. Electrifying. And terrifying because I melted into him and there wasn't a piece of me that didn't want more of him."




(coming 2016)






"Torture spoke volumes, and I knew it all too well. Never again would I put faith in anyone-period."Rayne has spent her life in pain. Tortured by her husband in a lab, she has maintained control by hiding her abilities and merely existing. After helping Kilter escape in (which happened in Stygian), her life is changed forever.
"I'd gone back for her."A broody "alpha male" Kilter is drawn to the waif Rayne. After she risked it all to help him escape, he is willing to defy his leader and battle the world to make her safe. Rayne and Kilter make a unique pair. Both broken and haunted by demons of their past; they must make a way together.

"My Delara. The woman I couldn't have but wanted. The only woman who could touch me without freaking out. The woman I didn't deserve and would destroy if we were ever together again."Additionally, another Scar has found a love of the forbidden fruit with a vampire.
"It was undeniable. Didn't matter that she was a vampire, and I was a Scar. Love had no boundaries."As the characters are interspersed, the plot thickens, and the action continues to keep you on the edge of your seat.











My emotions had been sealed, hidden and buried in a tomb for years. I was numb; I liked being numb, but Kilter dug up the top and ripped off the lid, and now my emotions were tearing through my veins like missiles.

Our chests heaved, hearts pounded, and our skin was heated as we both stilled and stared at one another for a minute, taking in what we shared, knowing it was special.
And, yeah, knowing this was more. We were more. And it was endless.






I found the piece of Kilter that had been broken off. Fragmented. The piece that cut so deep that he’d been unable to repair.

“Fuck, you got wasted with a vampire? Did you read your witch handbook at all? The part where it says ‘never get wasted around a vampire’? Even I know that, and I’m not a witch.”
My Delara. The woman I couldn’t have but wanted. The only woman who could touch me without me freaking out. The woman I didn’t deserve and would destroy if we were ever together again.





"We were both broken in different ways by those we trusted. But it's what brought us together."
For some Scars, it’s the story of healing and redemption, for others it’s the beginning of a tortured existence













“We do this…FOREVER, Rayne. And being immortal, that’s a f*ck of a long time.”

A vacant emptiness settled inside me—a familiar black void that had become my solitude and my demise. I had nothing left. And she was right. I had no place to go.
As much as I could trust someone, I did Kilter. Because he was honest. When he talked to me, it wasn’t with pity or with lies or with sympathy. There was no pretending.
Find a reason for her to live..
It was the beginning of my destruction.
I watched him, my hands in his hair, catching glimpses of his quiet smile. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. Kilter was my beautiful tyrant.