Deep Thrall

When I was claimed by a monster who said my Strega witch blood was powerful, I didn’t believe him - because nothing shows you how powerless you are like a forced marriage to a vampire. Girls like me are cautionary tales, not the heroine of the story.


Then my mother walked out of the shadows and into Italy on a ray of light.


This time, her lessons lead to power instead of pain. All the vagueness of my sixth sense suddenly has a shape… and I can sculpt it into a weapon.


Carmine Montefiore is not my husband by choice. He’s a vampire who scented me. He’s a mafioso who kidnapped me. But like a girl with nothing to lose, I fell in love with the dark.


He put me in thrall when he took my blood.

I rewrote his heart when I found it waiting for me.

We need each other as much as we want each other.


To earn my freedom, I could master my magic and end the monster who made me fall for him, or defeat the most powerful monster of all.