Christine Vargas is an independent, young, working-class girl, violently swept into another world--a world deemed unrealistic and impossible by many, a world under the mundane one she is so used to. During her physical transition, she has to come to grips with new powers she has been bestowed, and join up with her new 'Lord', Ryan Price, a gentleman of high social status--and twice her age. Her 'new family' is a motley crew of young vampires, and among the family are two rebellious twins trying to dethrone Ryan and take over the clan with their own legion of bloodthirsty --and drug-hungry--vamps. Only Christine can determine the outcome of the oncoming battle and must chose quickly before the unthinkable happens. This is only the start of the strange, twisted, and mystical life Christine is now a part of, as scarier situations present themselves to her, Ryan, and their delicate ABRAXAS clan---and sometimes, the 'monsters' aren't quite what you'd expect...

REVIEW

Now THIS is what vampires should be all about. Hot, sexy, brash, violent and ghastly...this is the type of vampires I want to read about...the kind that truly scare the crap out of you, make you want to be them. Move over vampires kings, queens and underlings...a new ruler has come to play (take over more like) and her name is Cinsearae Santiago. Realistic and cruel. I had so much fun being "had" by this book. Can't wait to be had again.

Reviewed by: Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc for Twisted Dreams Magazine
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EXCERPT

Talk about being given the royal treatment. Not only did I have a luxurious bath made for me, complete with red rose petals floating on the water, I had candles placed around my bath as well. Wonderful scents of lavender and jasmine perfumed the air, mainly because Lord Abraxas had fresh bouquets around the bath area. After Kiera and the other girl left me in peace, I leaned back against the tub and closed my eyes, allowing the warm water and the scent of the rose petals to soothe my tense body. The dim lighting in the bath area was relaxing. I still should have been scared shitless, but right then, nothing bothered me.

I wondered if I had dozed off for a while, because when I opened my eyes, he was standing there, amorously gazing at me. I jumped in surprise, splashing some water onto the floor. Geez, nearly all the bubbles were gone. I gathered some towards my chest, and he grinned slightly.

"My apologies, My Lady," he said in that strangely seductive tone of his. "I was admiring your beauty."
"I didn't hear you come in," I stammered, discreetly trying to gather more bubbles before they were all gone.

He took a deep breath. "I love the smell of jasmine, don't you?"

"Yes," I said plainly, nervously looking around at the bouquets. "Thank you so much for them."

He kneeled down in front of the tub so he could be face-to-face with me. "Anything for you, my love." He raised one of his eyebrows again, a desirous look crossing his face. "Do you require anything else?"

"Um, no, I'm fine, thank you." I mustered up a smile. All this lavish treatment I was being given--where was the catch?

"I wanted to wait until you were finished," he started. "But I am impatient." He took my right hand and slipped an intricately designed, titanium ring on my third finger. The center stone was a marquise-shaped, blood red garnet.

"Oh my God, this is beautiful," I whispered, wide-eyed.

"Just a mere token of my undying dedication to you, my love," he replied, then kissed the top of my hand as he looked at me. His eyes flashed from amber to that greenish-gray color again. Damn it, was it the candles doing that or not?

His hand reached behind my neck, pulling me in for another kiss. I felt his lips travel downward, gently nibbling my earlobe, then the side of my neck, sending a streak of heat through my entire body. His kisses continued downward until he reached my cleavage. I felt his tongue slowly run between my breasts, lapping at what little bathwater was there, then back up and under my chin. I shivered. God, that felt so good.

Our lips locked once more. Our breathing grew heavier, our kisses getting hungrier. Before I knew it, he scooped me up out of the tub without a stumble or a bit of difficulty. Dripping wet, he carried me out of the bath area.

Dear God, if I didn't stop this, I knew what would happen next.