Tears of the Siren

They say my kind shouldn't exist. But now that the world's seen me, they can't seem to look away… I can't experience love, but somewhere along the way, I became addicted to any substance that could make me forget the beautiful curse I can never escape. Now five supernatural men from my past...

How long had I spent wanting and pleading to die? Then, at my darkest moment... I'd found a reason for hope. A possibility for something more than what had been a fairly depressing existence thus far. So, the irony of being as close to death's door as I'd ever been was not lost on me. I suppose this was my opportunity to enjoy the closest I'd ever get to death. I was in Hell. Except hell was far different from what I expected. By day, the Art Deco hotel paradise featured a fantastic martini menu and my handsome psychopathic boss. By night, it became a playground for a bloody hunt.

I'd made the choice to survive Broken House. I'd chosen to live instead of landing myself in an eternity of torture. At this point in my life, I shouldn't have been surprised that somehow living was more difficult than my previous suicidal ventures. At least I had my men. Three kings. Three sexy, dominant shifters. What could go wrong with that? I mean, really, what possible conflict could result in having six possessive, powerful men surrounding me at all times? I had no doubt that in true Louvre fashion, the conflict would show itself at the most inconvenient time.

With our plans set to travel to the Demonic realm, my thoughts turn to the torture I endured while imprisoned in Broken House, and I find myself fearing that the experience will be a trip down nightmare lane. What I find instead is a complex, beautiful realm that in a matter of days draws out of me a determination and strength to defend it. To fight for it. To fight for my family, the freedom I finally have, and the destruction of the man tainting the entire realm: Mr. Black.