Blood Mark After surviving life-threatening bites from three powerful strigoi vampires, tattoo artist Riley Poe has absorbed their powers and is stronger than ever. Just as she’s learning to harness her newfound abilities, she and her vampire guardian fiancé, Eli Dupré, agree to join the elite Worldwide Unexplained Phenomena team. This task force, composed of vampires, druids, werewolves, and otherbeings, has been assigned to take down the Black Fallen, a powerful race of fallen angels consumed by the darkest magic. These dangerous creatures are searching for the ultimate source of power in Edinburgh, Scotland, and Riley will be the WUP team’s secret weapon to take them down. She must be careful, though, or their dark power could engulf her—and her heart, too....   “MS. JASPER IS AN AUTHOR TO WATCH!”— Night Owl Reviews Praise for the Dark Ink Chronicles “The most absorbing, enticing, and unique paranormal world I’ve read in years.”— Romance Junkies “A must read for all major paranormal fans.”— The Romance Readers Connection “[ Eventide ] will elate fans.”— Genre Go Round Reviews   Elle Jasper spent her youth buried in the pages of Mary Shelley, Edgar Allan Poe, Bram Stoker, and Stephen King. Now a full-time writer, she lives in and continues to be inspired by the Gothic Revival and Georgian architecture, moss-draped squares, and ancient cobbles of Savannah, Georgia. Edinburgh, Scotland Old Town Late October Blood. Holy Christ, there’s so much of it. Everywhere. Bodies. Human bodies. Crumpled, laying in distorted ways, jagged bones jutting through ripped clothes as they lay lifeless on the cobbled stones. Against the buildings. So many. My stomach rolls, and I look away. I breathe, carefully picking my way through. It’s cold. Windy. Now the streets are barren. Where did the blood, the bodies go? I’m not here alone. I feel a presence. It’s behind me. Hugging the shadows. So fast, I can’t tell if it’s running, flying, or scaling the walls. Doesn’t really matter. Either way, I’m being stalked. And it’s one of the Black Fallen. Hurrying along the sidewalk, I slip into a narrow alley and press my back against the aged stones. A dim streetlamp overhangs the eve above, and the shadows reach long and jagged toward me. I listen closely. The air suddenly shifts, and in the next second I leap over the alley to the opposite wall. I climb, and in seconds I’m on the roof. I crouch, my fingers curled around the ledge, peering into the pitch darkness below. Waiting. I know he’s coming for me. I want him to. Leaning back on my heels, I find the hilt of my silver blade that’s tucked into the back of my jeans, and palm it tightly. My eyes search the alley, the street and shadows below. Then I lift my gaze to study the jagged rooftops. It’s here. Hiding. Lurking. Adrenaline rushes through me, and I draw a deep breath— I’m on my back, rolling away, then I lurch up and crouch several feet from the ledge. No one is there. My blade is drawn, my body rigid. Ready. “You’re fast,” a voice whispers behind me. I whip around, and slash my blade. A figure jerks back, then a laughs darkly. “Almost too fast. But not quite.” Suddenly, he’s in front of me, and strong fingers grasp my throat. I’m lifted off my feet as he walks toward the ledge. I try to slash at him with the blade, kick, throw my legs around him, but I’m paralyzed. I can’t even scream. The shadows fall onto his face, blurring his features together. I can do nothing more than stare. “You’re powerless, my young mixed-blood,” he says. His voice is deep, his accent . . . old. “You can do nothing to stop me.” He swings me out and shakes me over the ledge. Nothing but air separates me from the stone cobbles thirty feet below. He’s using some kind of mind-power shit on me and it’s pissing me off. My gaze never leaves the vicinity of his. “Oh. Strong-willed, are you?” he says. I can hear laughter in his voice, shaking me again. He’s only toying with me, amused. “Strength will get you nowhere with me,” he warns, and gives me anther shake. “See how you’re nothing but a weak mortal now? All those powers you’ve acquired? Gone. You’d be better off to join us.” He cocks his head. “Would you?” I try to answer, but my throat is squeezed shut. He laughs. “Oh. Forgive me,” he says, and loosens his grip on me. “Now, what was that?” “Go fuck yourself,” I say in a hoarse whisper. Instantly, my throat is released, and I’m falling fast, the cobbles reaching up to me, and his laughter resonating off the stone walls, and the broken bodies along the cobbles begin screaming my name— “Riley?” “What?” I jerk up, my eyes fluttering open. “You were sleeping,” a raspy, familiar voice says. “Are you all right?” I turn my head and look. It’s Eli. Relief washes over me. “Yeah, I’m okay.” Eli’s blue eyes narrow. Nail me to my seat. “Liar.” I smile. “Just a dream, big guy. No big deal. Honest.” Eli’s mouth tips at the corner. “You don’t have normal dreams, Ri.” He’s right. I sure as hell don’t.