How many half-truths could loyalty shoulder before it broke from the weight of deception on its back? Strange things can be said of the forest that spans the border of two kingdoms long at war. An evil sorcerer has made it his dominion, or an elegant enchantress has claimed it as her domain and grants wishes to those who chance upon her, or maybe the forest is guarded by an ancient and wrathful spirit. But Katya calls the forest home, living a life of magic and charms with her partner Ivan. But a threat looms over their forest, some darkness and danger that Ivan swears to protect her from. Katya finds herself caught up in a web of grudges and deception spanning generations, but most dangerous of all is the beautiful princess who stumbled into their woods. A princess who sets Katya’s heart fluttering with both desire and fear. As forces rally to rescue the princess or go to war, Katya must take measure of her own powers and decide what she is willing to sacrifice. Will she retreat to the safety of what's familiar or give up everything she knows to spread her wings and fly?

Vampires and hunters are like cats and dogs. They either tolerate each other, or they go for the throat. There isn’t supposed to be a third option. ⋅⋆⋅ Lailoken is an ancient vampire with peculiar fog powers. After a long slumber in his beloved woods, he thirsts for an adventure in the modern world. He brings chaos everywhere he goes. If not whimsical, then bloody... He crosses paths with Josie, a strong, independent woman who isn't intimidated by his fangs. Convinced she’s meant to be his guide, he's ready for his first road trip of the twenty-first century. While hunters are on their trail looking for a vampire killer on the loose, Lailoken and Josie hide out in shady motels and vampire dance clubs while their friendship grows into something more. But Josie is secretly a bounty hunter in training, and she’s ready to prove her worth. Charming as he may be, Lailoken is far from innocent, and she has the responsibility to bring him to justice. Trusting her may be his undoing, but meeting him might be hers.