He was buried for three centuries. Hers was the blood that woke him.
Nero is not a man — not anymore. He is something older and far more dangerous, a creature who has spent over a millennium as a weapon for those powerful enough to bind him. When Hope’s blood accidentally spills over his coffin in the Paris catacombs, he resurfaces half-mad, half-dead, and entirely certain he wants nothing she's offering.
Hope Masters survives on instinct, sarcasm, and sheer stubbornness. She didn't ask for a volatile ancient vampire tracking her back to London, a curse that makes her his only source of blood, or the slow, devastating realisation that she is falling in love with him.
But Nero's past is not finished with him. His previous master is looking for the perfect opportunity to reclaim what’s rightfully his.
A dark paranormal romance about grief, devotion, and the kind of love that refuses to die.