Sloane Cabot is a dead woman.
Or at least that’s what the headstone says.
In this new life, there are two things she knows for certain: how to kill bad guys, and that something awful must have happened to turn her into a blood-sucking monster. Unfortunately, having no memory and a sizable dead count paints a mighty big target on one's back.
With a price on her head and nowhere to run, choosing between indentured servitude with the Night Watch or certain death kind of seems like a no-brainer.
If only they hadn’t shackled her to a sinfully hot, perpetually infuriating partner who doubles as her personal blood bag.
Because falling for the one person she’s supposed to hate?
Yeah, that might just kill her all over again.
