He came back from hell. She never escaped the choice that sent him there.
Jane Austen’s Persuasion, with fangs.
Anne Elliot has spent eight years being sensible. Eight years wishing she hadn’t been.
She still keeps a scrap of the binding cord in a box she can’t throw away.
She chose her family’s name over the only man who ever truly saw her. A low-born demon had no place in one of England’s oldest vampire houses. Loving Frederick Wentworth could only end in ruin.
So she told him he was beneath her. He believed her.
Anne has never even seen her own face. Vampires don’t reflect, and she has spent a lifetime learning to be overlooked. Frederick was the exception.
Until now.
He returns from the Infernal Wars an Archon Lord, powerful enough to make the vampires who once despised him mind their manners. He is charming to everyone.
He barely glances at Anne.
She tells herself he has moved on. She has no right to hope he hasn’t.
But the Elliots are failing. Her father loves his enchanted mirror more than his family, and her charming cousin William has noticed its secret: it is the only mirror on earth that can show a vampire’s face. Something in Anne’s blood is waking up. And the bond she thought she severed refuses to stay buried.
Once, Anne let herself be persuaded that loving Frederick was a mistake.
Will she trust her own heart before she loses him twice?
A slow-burn, second-chance paranormal romance with immortal intrigue, sharp wit, a morally complicated demon hero, no cheating, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.
