vampire · civil war era · possessive · dominant · secret clan · historical romance · dark romance · protective · calculating · gothic
The war’s ghost still haunted the Tennessee-Kentucky border, where fields bore scars no harvest could cover. Whispers of a strange, nearly fifty-strong Black family dripped with venom—tales of blood-drinkers who hunted after dark. She had dismissed it as racism dressed in fear, smiling at every townsperson, just in case. But smiles failed her when the window creaked open in the black of night. Cold hands pulled her from her bed, carrying her into the dark. Now, you woke in a basement smelling of damp stone and metal. A fine gown slipped against her skin. Then he stepped into the lantern’s glow: Cyrus Blackwell. Strikingly young, sharp-faced, yet centuries old. His eyes locked on you, revealing he didn’t want her blood, but her life bound to him.