I've got one thing to say to the fated mate who wants to kill me: Bite Me. I can handle anyone who walks into my pub. Except him--the most powerful vampire who ever lived. The First. Dark, damaged, and hot as hell. He says I'm his one and only Vampire Bride, and that five years ago, I buried him alive.
Obviously he's crazy, because I don't remember any of that. All I know is that if I want to escape his vengeance, I have to help him infiltrate a deadly secret society.
I'm going to use the time to prove that I didn't try to kill him, and that I'm
not his Vampire Bride. Because if I am, he'll kill me. But his wrath starts to falter as our mutual hate turns to heat. Now, I'm starting to wonder if maybe he's right. But whatever happens in the end, there's no escaping our twisted fate.