LOGINTo save her dying brother, Harper Quinn sold her virginity at a secret Halloween auction. The winner: a masked stranger with silver hair, crimson eyes, and real fangs who paid ten million dollars for one unforgettable night. She never expected to see him again. She definitely never expected to get pregnant. Three months later, Prince Valerian Nocturne (Crown Prince of the hidden vampire kingdom) kicks down her door. “You’re carrying my royal heir, little human. You belong to me now.” Kidnapped into a world of eternal night, Harper discovers she’s part of an ancient prophecy. Their child could walk in sunlight and save the vampire race… or destroy it. But when a golden-eyed ancient king emerges, claiming Harper’s soul was his five centuries ago, war erupts between two immortal princes who will burn everything to possess her and the baby. One night. One secret. One impossible love that defies death. Dark, steamy, possessive vampire romance with secret baby, royal drama, and “touch her and die” vibes.
View MoreThe palace never slept, but after Solaris vanished, it fell into a silence deeper than death.No one dared speak above a whisper.No one dared meet my eyes.Valerian was carried back to our chambers on a stretcher of black silk, chest sealed by my impossible golden light, but still unconscious.The royal physicians ancient vampires who had treated kings for a thousand years stood over him in stunned horror.“He should be ash,” one whispered. “Sunlight in his veins… and he lives.”I didn’t leave his side for four days.I held his cold hand.I sang the lullabies my mother used to sing to me.I let our daughter kick against his palm so he would know we were still here.On the fifth night, the pain began.It started as a low ache in my lower back, the kind you ignore.Then a tightening across my belly that stole my breath.Livia was there in an instant.“It is time, my lady.”I laughed wild, terrified, delirious.“Already? She’s early.”“Prophecy children are never late,” Livia said griml
The next seven nights passed in a fever of luxury and terror.Valerian never left my side for more than minutes at a time.He carried me through the palace like I was made of glass, fed me fruits that tasted like starlight and honey, and read to our daughter in a low, ancient tongue that made the baby kick in delighted response.He also tripled the royal guard, sealed every entrance to the crypts, and stationed twelve of his most lethal assassins around our chambers.But even a vampire prince cannot stop the turning of celestial wheels.On the eighth night, the blood moon rose.I felt it before I saw it.A pressure behind my eyes.A burning in my veins that had nothing to do with the child growing inside me.I woke gasping, clutching my throat.Valerian was already standing at the window, shirtless, silver hair loose, every muscle rigid.The sky outside had turned the color of fresh blood.“It’s time,” he said without turning. “The blood moon opens the veil between worlds. Tonight, ev
The throne hall dissolved into chaos the instant Valerian finished his declaration.Some vampires fell to their knees in reverence.Others hissed, fangs bared, eyes glowing like coals in the dark.A few ancient ones in the back dressed in robes older than nations actually snarled and took a step forward, as though they might attack their own prince.Valerian’s arms tightened around me so hard I could barely breathe.“Silence!” he roared.The single word cracked through the air like a whip made of ice.Every vampire froze.He carried me up the thirteen steps of the dais and set me gently on a smaller throne that had appeared beside his black velvet, silver moons, clearly made for a queen.Only then did he turn to face the court again.“Who dares challenge my claim?” His voice was calm now, but it carried the promise of annihilation.A woman stepped forward from the front row.She was breathtaking tall, raven haired, skin like porcelain, lips blood-red.Her gown was liquid obsidian thre
I came back to consciousness slowly, the way you surface from a dream you’re terrified to leave.The first thing I felt was silk, cool, impossibly soft, sliding across my bare arms and legs.The second thing was the scent: night-blooming jasmine, old stone, and something metallic-sweet that made my pulse race for reasons I couldn’t name.My eyelids fluttered open.Above me stretched a vaulted ceiling painted with constellations that moved. Real constellations. I watched Orion chase the Pleiades across a sky made of living starlight.The bed was enormous, round, draped in midnight velvet and silver thread. Black candles floated in mid-air, flames burning blue and steady, casting no shadows.I sat up too fast. The room spun.A woman stood at the foot of the bed, hands folded, head bowed.She was tall and willowy, skin like fresh snow, hair the color of moonlight on water.Her gown was liquid silver, and when she lifted her face I saw eyes the exact shade of fresh blood.“Good evening, Y












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