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They called me a freak. They called me a loser. They tormented me and made my life a living nightmare when all I had ever wanted was to be left alone. And five years ago, after a lifetime of being bullied and harassed, of enduring more pain and trauma than any man could handle, that's exactly what I set out to do. I left the only home I'd ever known to lock myself behind the cemetery gates and care for the only people who have ever given me the peace I craved—the dead.

I am not a chosen of the Gods, but a bloody tragedy of their choices. I have endured worse than the Darkhavens. Torture. Pain. Manipulation. There is nothing anyone can do to me that I have not already done to myself. Ruen's betrayal will not break me. Despite the punishment I receive, my goal remains the same: Find the target. Terminate them. Free myself from the Underworld Assassination Guild. It doesn't matter if I let a single night of weakness bind me to one of them. I can't let it matter. They're all guilty in my eyes.

When Tegan Penrose climbs over the iron railings of the walled rose garden in the empty ruins of Trevarron House on the wild Cornish coast, she's unexpectedly pulled into 1755... and trapped in a world she doesn't belong to. Mistaken for a lady's maid, she enters a household shadowed by whispers and scandal. Lord William De Vere Trevarron is haunted. His beautiful young wife died under mysterious circumstances four years ago, and society still whispers of murder.

Dimitri lives to protect the secret of the Dragon Kings from the human race. Bound by a bond stronger than blood to the Kings, Dimitri uses his strength and prowess to defend a 1,000-year-old secret. But when an oh-so-sexy, slightly absentminded archaeologist wanders into his midst, Dimitri will have to give up his rules, and give in to desire....

'Deliciously chilly' Guardian 'Humming with suppressed hysteria and madness' The Times 'Wonderfully evocative' Heat Hare House is not its real name, of course. I have, if you will forgive me, kept names to a minimum here, for reasons that will become understandable . . . In the first brisk days...