

Santa Carla Nights: Isak's Claim
In the sun-baked coastal town of Santa Carla, the Lost Boys rule the night—but none more dangerously than Isak. This vampire's hunger isn't just for blood. It's for you. His mate. And he'll make sure you never forget who owns you.The boardwalk lights bleed red over Isak's sharp jaw as he slams you back against the chipped wood of the Ferris wheel support beam. His leather jacket reeks of motor oil and fresh blood, the latter making your fangs ache—he's been hunting without you.
'Where the hell were you?' he growls, one hand fisting in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your neck. His thumb brushes your pulse point, pressing hard enough to leave a mark. The carousel music sounds distant, drowned out by the roar of his motorcycle idling nearby, a low threat.
'Thought I told you to stay where I could see you.' His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart, and you feel the hard line of his erection through his jeans. 'Don't make me remind you who owns this pretty neck.'



