Extraits

That there is no world, no scenario, no reality in which I'll gracefully allow you to leave me. That if I don't let you go now, five years, five months down the line, I won't be able to. Every second, I want you too much, and every second, I'm on the verge of wanting you more.

"Hope you packed a lint roller. I hear they shed."

He's just- so, so handsome, even to me, someone who's so different, so chronically weird, that I'm rarely afforded the privilege of noticing these things in others. And yet, the more I know him, the more I find him magnetic. Unique. genuinely decent, in a world where no one seems to be.

'My smell. Do I smell like...?' 'Mine'. It's a rumble in his throat. 'You smell like you're mine, Misery'.

'What the fuck did you just do?' he grunts. 'She's a Vampyre!' 'She's my-' Lowe's hand jerks up to clutch Max's jaw. 'Apologise to my wife.'

'You', he says, voice deep, almost too low to hear. 'how the fuck do you smell like this?'

He cages me, pins me, and stares down at me like he forgot where he is and I'm something to be consumed. Like I'm prey.

This marriage, it's going to be a problem. She is going to be a problem.

Prologue

This marriage, it's going to be a problem.

She is going to be a problem.

“This war of ours, the one between the Vampyres and the Weres, began several centuries ago with brutal escalations of violence, culminated amid flowing torrents of varicolored blood, and ended in a whimper of buttercream cake on the day I met my husband for the first time. Which, as it happens, was also the day of our wedding.”