Vampire hunter Lady Victoria Gardella Grantworth de Lacy "stakes the undead with the best of them"*. After narrowly escaping from Rome, she returns to London, where not even sunrise can stop a vampire's carnage...
Ruining Victoria's homecoming, a vampire stalks the streets of London – during the daylight. Not only is Victoria unable to detect the vampire with her heightened senses, but she's being framed as the prime suspect behind the killings.
Meanwhile, her heart is still divided between the enigmatic Sebastian Vioget and her fellow slayer Max Pesaro. The battle is made even more difficult by the legacy of a vampire's touch – a vampire who left in Victoria's veins boiling blood that forces her to fight evil on two fronts: against the new breed of undead threatening London, and against the darkness within herself.
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Warning: Spoilers for The Rest Falls Away, Rises The Night, and The Bleeding Dusk are included in this excerpt!
Excerpted from When Twilight Burns:
Victoria watched the masquerade ball from the shadows. Sebastian, was dressed as Adonis, tugged her into the shadowy corner behind a clump of fake seaweed. He brushed his lips and then the tip of his tongue along the delicate skin behind her ear. She shuddered lightly, and felt warmth flush through her. Perhaps tonight...
Sebastian smoothed his hand over the silk of her gown murmuring, "Might I say, your gown is quite–"
Victoria started and turned to find dark eyes looking down at her from behind her right shoulder. Max was dressed as a highwayman; there was no mistaking his garb, from the black cape and high black boots to the white shirt and red-leather jerkin. A wide-brimmed black hat covered his thick hair, and a mask completely obscured the top half of his face, stopping just above his upper lip. He hadn't shaved, and his chin and jaw were dark with stubble. Despite his height, she might not have recognized him immediately if he hadn't spoken.
"That wasn't quite the word I had in mind," Sebastian replied, his arm tightening ever so slightly against Victoria's belly as he shifted to the right, behind her. "Convenient. That's more what I was thinking."
"Regardless, I'm disappointed."
Victoria adjusted her mask and looked at Max. "What do you mean?"
"Diana? I expected something less ... obvious. Scheherazade, perhaps? Or even Zenobia."
Victoria drew herself up, moving slightly away from Sebastian and aware that her neck was moist from his ministrations. "It was Verbena's doing, not mine."
"Blame it on the maid, shall we."
"And who chose your flowing black cape? Surely you wouldn't have made such an unfortunate choice.