I swore this ranch would be mine alone, no ties, no one to abandon me the way my past did. Then the vampire cowboys rode up at first light, Adrian with his corded arms and jagged scar, and the contract turned into something far more dangerous.

Now I stand over the spread maps with them, my bodice already loose at the laces from how close we've gotten, their hunger for the milk I can't hide any longer pressing against every wall I've built. The pull is impossible to ignore when one of them smirks and I feel myself yielding before a word is said.

I take that final step forward, their eyes on me, knowing exactly what it will cost. How much of my independence will I trade for the safety they promise with their teeth and tongues?