The Vampire Lord's Bride
"Choose, Duke Faircliffe. Your daughter's blood, or your entire village's." Moon Faircliffe was seven years old the first time she heard the Vampire King's name spoken in a whisper. She was....
"Choose, Duke Faircliffe. Your daughter's blood, or your entire village's." Moon Faircliffe was seven years old the first time she heard the Vampire King's name spoken in a whisper. She was nineteen the day her father traded her for it. Now she rides through the iron gates of Vaskar Castle in a wedding gown the color of mourning, bound to a king who hasn't smiled in three hundred years — and every servant who bows to her also looks at her throat first. She is Queen of Nocthaven. She is also, quite possibly, dinner. Kaelan Vaskar didn't want a bride. He wanted a treaty signed in ink, not a girl who flinches when he enters a room and then lifts her chin anyway, daring him to do his worst. He has buried everyone he's ever loved. He has no intention of loving this one. But fear has a strange way of turning into fascination. And fascination, in a castle full of monsters who'd kill her for the crown on her head, might be the only thing keeping Moon alive.