Vampires don't exist. It's a mathematical certainty. But the mathematical reality? I'm trapped in a gothic mansion filled with them. Laurent claims that my blood will make him the most powerful vampire alive. Which is why he kidnapped me from a college party. The real kicker? Everyone assumed it was premium party entertainment: a Shadowlands reenactment complete with a damsel in distress. So when he threw me over his shoulder and carried me out the front door, the crowd went wild. Now I'm trapped in his mansion, and I refuse to be the helpless victim he expects.

When my defiance leads to drastic consequences, Laurent's desperate gamble backfires spectacularly. Now he's doing everything he can to fix his mistake-which apparently includes baking me the world's best cinnamon rolls and groveling like his immortal life depends on it. Maybe that's why I find myself helping him save his family. Vampires are disappearing and suddenly I'm in the middle of a supernatural power play. But I'm not just fighting for my life, I'm falling for my captor. Because loving the monster who stole me away might be the most dangerous equation I'll ever solve.