Tears of the Siren

They say my kind shouldn't exist. But now that the world's seen me, they can't seem to look away… I can't experience love, but somewhere along the way, I became addicted to any substance that could make me forget the beautiful curse I can never escape. Now five supernatural men from my past have unexpectedly returned, dripping with sin and sex, claiming they'll stop at nothing to own me—to figure out what made me leave them all those years ago. They'll kill any other man who gets too close, a fact that thrills me even though I know it shouldn't.

How long had I spent wanting and pleading to die? Then, at my darkest moment... I'd found a reason for hope. A possibility for something more than what had been a fairly depressing existence thus far. So, the irony of being as close to death's door as I'd ever been was not lost on me. I suppose this was my opportunity to enjoy the closest I'd ever get to death. I was in Hell. Except hell was far different from what I expected. By day, the Art Deco hotel paradise featured a fantastic martini menu and my handsome psychopathic boss. By night, it became a playground for a bloody hunt.

I'd made the choice to survive Broken House. I'd chosen to live instead of landing myself in an eternity of torture. At this point in my life, I shouldn't have been surprised that somehow living was more difficult than my previous suicidal ventures. At least I had my men. Three kings. Three sexy, dominant shifters. What could go wrong with that? I mean, really, what possible conflict could result in having six possessive, powerful men surrounding me at all times? I had no doubt that in true Louvre fashion, the conflict would show itself at the most inconvenient time.