Alexander could battle his way through a legion of the strongest fighters and still come out the victor. His brawn and physical ability were legendary. The skills he possessed as an immortal warrior were unmatched by any being he’d ever faced.
Except Jacklyn Dublin, a beauty with eyes that hypnotized him without effort. If he didn’t already know she was a vampire, he’d assumed she was a witch who’d bespelled him, enchanting him with dark, lust filled magic. Jacklyn had the power to cripple him with the batting of her long, lush lashes and her alluring scent that reminded him of springtime after a soft fallen rain.