In all his four hundred years, Rayven had never met a woman like Rhianna McLeod. She was a vision of light, of warmth, of everything he was not – nor could ever be. Doomed to live forever in darkness and solitude, he knew all too well the risk in getting close to her, yet he hungered for her with a fierce passion he swore he’d never allow himself to feel. Rhianna’s father had sold her to Rayven to put food on the table – so she had no choice but to go with the dark stranger. To her surprise, he gave her everything she wanted – the finest clothes, education and the run of the castle – everything that is, except his touch. For although she sensed danger beneath his soft-spoken manner, although even Rayven himself warned her away, she was drawn to his creature of the night, and loved him as she would no other.