She plans to use her solstice trip to Mystic Isle, the pleasure playground for paranormals, to get it back. For once she’s looking for lust, not love. What she hadn’t planned on was coming face to face with an old obsession. Tall, dark, and oh-so-handsome werewolf Grayson West is well versed in the arts of war and women. He’s got one week to blow off steam before he heads out on his next mission and he’s more than willing to help a lady find her inner vixen. Especially when she’s the same beautiful blue eyed vamp he met one hundred years ago and has never been able to forget. They were once sworn enemies, pulled apart by war. Now they’re lovers. But history has a way of rearing its ugly head and their new relationship will have to stand up to the test of loyalty, friendship and even time itself.

     Or at least she used to be. Can she still call herself a captain after her ship wrecks? Is she a treasure hunter if the relic she's been hired to find isn’t real? No matter what happens, she’s still a skeptic. Unless magic is real. One thing she’s definitely not—she's not the kind of girl who’s saving her v-card. Try telling that to the guys binding her to a rock as a "chaste" sacrifice. Sadly, no one listens to what you have to say when there’s a gag in your mouth. All Astra knows for certain is that things can’t get any worse.  Until a make-believe scaled monster swoops down out of the sky. Until he turns into a ripped AF, very naked, human man who claims her as his mate.