Death cocktail is what the vampires call a witch’s blood.
It’s poisonous–a drop will destroy a vampire withinminutes. Nikolaus Drake is the rare vampire whohas survived his first taste. Now he’s on the hunt forthe witch who almost brought him to his demise–Ravin Crosse. A witch who spends her nights hunting vampire tribes,Ravin has three obligations to fulfill to set her soulfree. One of those obligations–crafting a love spell–twists her world upside down when Nikolaus drawsthe spell from her veins. Natural enemies rarely makethe best bedfellows–but is it possible their intentionsare really, truly the same? Can Nikolaus’s tribal loyaltysurvive if he surrenders to desires far darker thanhis own?