
A Hunter herself, there had been a time when the battle lines were clearly drawn and there would’ve been no question, no doubts, but that time had passed. Marco wasn’t the beast Lilith had thought, not her enemy-and she was drawn to the beast man in a way she found almost as incomprehensible as it was hard to resist. She’d always love Alfred, though, always depended on him. Alfred had always been there to protect her, even when she’d only seen him through the eyes of a child.
About The Author
TRACEY H. KITTS
I write what I enjoy in the hopes that others will enjoy it as well. I’ve always been drawn to the macabre. Vampires, werewolves, you name it.
I’ve never written about the paranormal because it’s popular. I do it because that’s what I’m interested in. If the vampire fad ever passes, I’ll still be sitting here in my Dracula cape, getting my fang on.