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Hunter Evans risked his life again and again as a firefighter until the night he died saving a child...only to be reborn as a vampire. Now the man who lived his life as the quintessential “nice guy” must find a way to conquer the deadly urges that threaten to turn him feral. When his own actions put a beautiful woman in danger, he vows to protect her...even from himself.

Sons of Anarchy meets True Blood in a new paranormal series from New York Times bestselling author Alyssa Day. Bane lost his humanity ages ago. Nothing is more important than protecting his Vampire Motorcycle Club from the death magic invading his territory. The most ancient of vampires, he seeks cold, unfeeling, bloody vengeance...until a frustratingly sexy human doctor is thrust into his path.

I’m the guy you don’t want to meet in a dark alley. And that’s just my human side - my wolf is so untamed and dangerous even supernaturals fear me. I’m known for my ability to hunt and kill. It doesn’t matter to me that my next assignment is a small-town schoolteacher. I don’t ask questions. Then I see Serene for the first time. The wolf in me knows immediately she’s my mate, and I’m not going to let anyone else touch her. Except with a contract out on her life, if I don’t kill her, someone else will.

Laurent: Time traveler. Devoted husband. Stubborn as the devil himself. Beast: Kings of Hell MC president. Will stop at nothing to protect his family. After everything Baal put them through, neither Laurent nor Beast considered ever making another pact with a demon, but in the spur of the moment, temptation becomes too great, and they decide on one more deal. This time, with Mr. Magpie. But the gift might prove to be more than they can handle. The danger to the human world has already strained their relationship, but Magpie's offering brings out the worst in both Laurent and Beast.

I don't know who I am. I don't even remember what my name is. I was lost, confused, and broken the day I met them. My Angels. To the world, they're nothing but leather-wearing, foul-mouthed bikers, but to me, they are my saviors. The light at the end of a very dark tunnel. However, as my memory starts to come back to me in pieces, I fear the darkness ahead. Maybe the reason why I can't recollect anything is because I don't want to. Life is sweet in heaven. But hell doesn't want to let me go.