Monsters—shadows, gills, wings, and more. The things I fear crave me… and they’ve been here the whole time. Hiding, waiting, and wanting. Lurking, sneaking, and watching. Traveling the country camping was supposed to be an escape from the strange and unusual that clings to my family. My family’s calling to fame terrifies me. The ghosts, the hauntings, the supernatural—I want nothing to do with it.

I'm certifiably insane. Just ask my amazing therapist. He's my soul mate and a vampiric serial killer. There's no one I'd rather stalk more. Except no more slinking for me. I'm in the Asylum, committed as a danger to myself and others. They tell me I'm delusional, and they aren't wrong...except about what. See, this place is for supernaturals too dangerous to let roam free. The doctors, the staff, the family members that helped put us here are all in on it, trying to convince us magic is another delusion. And aren't we perfect test subjects for inhumane experiments?

One heroic act damned me for eternity. With a name like Tor, I should have been a hero, just like my father and twin. Turns out I’m not. Not even close. Instead I’m the very thing we hunted. A depraved monster. I thought there was no escaping the curse. No hope for a future. And then I met my mate in the unlikeliest of places: Blackwood Asylum. A place for criminals. Power-hungry madmen. Supernatural outcasts. And her, the curvaceous writer who sees ghosts.

Moving to a new town to start college, where I can try to be normal. Or at least pretend I am. I’m willing to fake it, because I’m tired of trying to get better. Tired of spilling my guts to doctors and therapists to understand why I’ve heard voices since I was a child.

Some creatures are fatally flawed. I'm a thrill-seeker, a gambler, and a thief—playing whim to my greed. However, my sins aren't what I have to fight right now...it's theirs. Three men deemed too powerful and wrong to let live by our Council. They're too devious, too strong, too evil. An unhinged crazy incubus, an obsessive shape-shifting beast, and the Dullahan himself—scars, steed, and all.