SINNER'S KISS,

Seraphina Volkov was born with the same inherent darkness that lingered in her brother, Jeremy Volkov's soul.

She was no saint like Annika, and she gloried in that truth.

A raw, untamed anger pulsed in her veins, a constant, fiery vision behind her eyes.

Once, Seraphina Volkov had been a victim, preyed upon and broken.

But that brokenness had forged her into something far scarier, someone more frightening than any monster she'd encountered.

She was the shadow that haunted men's nightmares, the hunter who chased down those who once hunted her.

So, when the text arrived, a summons to a dangerous game, she went.

But she didn't play by the rules. No. She inverted the hunt, becoming the predator

. Unknowingly, her silent pursuit ignited a primal need in him, rendering a man feral for more.

Little did he know, Seraphina was made from rage, from the very essence of fury.

She'd let him rage. She'd let him consume.

Because Seraphina Volkov was a wolf in sheep's clothing, her innocence a meticulously crafted lie.

Creighton King was dangerous. Messy.

Predictable.

Seraphina had tastes, desires that other women couldn't fathom, a hunger for chaos that mirrored his own.

And she'd ensure he had a taste of her, a bite that would brand him, until she took her rightful place in the world she was always meant to conquer.

It was the only way to keep Annika safe, the only way to shield the one innocent left in their tainted lineage.