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In the training grounds of central New York, the vampire queen waits with her army to destroy those who rise against her.
Somewhere hidden in a Brooklyn neighborhood, a girl is kidnapped from her home by the queen’s second-in-command.
 
Against all odds, the fringes of an ancient, unpredictable power makes Ria too strong for her own good; her secrets make her a target for the resistance; and the off-kilter world throws her into a band of misfits fighting to right it.
                                                                
But the monsters are the least of her worries if she can’t get her shit together. If only someone had written a handbook on how to be undead.


Excerpt from Chapter Four:

How on Earth could this be real? Any of this. I mean, I was a vampire? I was a mythical blood-sucking sparkly bat? What the fuck? Seriously?

My senses worked at piercing the fog of my rumbling hunger, and it took all of my strength not to lean in and lap at the blood soaked into the carpet.

James squatted beside me, touching the curve of my brow. Those black eyes turned golden, like piercing suns in the void of space.

“Come, Bianca. Let us clean you up.” His words echoed, as if two of him spoke.

I jerked back. “Who the hell is Bianca?”

He blinked. “You are.”

“Uh. No. I’m Ria. The girl you just fucking kidnapped, poisoned, killed, and evidently, changed into a fucking vampire.” God, I liked the sound of Mad Cow Disease far more than Vampirism. Maybe I hallucinated this whole thing.

“I know who you are.” James reached for me again, and I fell back, rolling over into a crouch. A frown pulled at his face, darkening his features and making him appear older.

“Pardon me if I’m having a smidgen of trouble with your sanity right now. Or mine, for that matter.” Not to mention the fact that he seemed to be telling me the truth. My body was agile, more so than ever before. I took kickboxing and self-defense classes for years because Grammie wanted me to be able to defend myself—which hadn’t worked out too well here recently—but I also would have landed on my face had I attempted to roll away before James got a hold of me.

“Fine.” He stood and wiped his hands down his black tee and jeans before gesturing for me to stand. “Let’s get you cleaned up, since I am sure you are still hungry.”

“Why? So I can cover myself with more blood? This whole business seems counterproductive.” Yeah, especially with killing people to survive. My conscience didn’t want to deal with that nugget of info. I stood, wary of him, but glad I didn’t have to be bloody. I didn’t think I could learn to live with that kind of penchant.