Golden, deadly vampire meets a St.-Pauli-Girl-Next-Door.
Logan is muscular, graceful, and deadly. A gift of pure sex appeal wrapped with a golden bow. I already don't trust men, and Logan's arrival at my Blood Center may put me out of a job. None of that seems to matter when his smile stuns me, his kisses crank me to broil, and his bites rocket me to heaven (fangy bites, which, if I weren't grounded in science, would make me think ampire-vay).
One thing's for sure—Logan's got secrets. Troubles with a long-lost household, a mysterious enemy going by the corny vampire name Lord Ruthven and an even more mysterious ally with a voice like a dark cave called the Ancient One. Between my past and all those secrets I can't trust Logan, no matter how many times he says "Liese, I love you"—but if I don't trust him, it may cost me my life.