Getting confessions from notorious serial killers? Easy. Stealing priceless Egyptian artifacts? No problem. Doing it with a cocky, too-handsome-for-his-own-good bad boy? Impossible.

Rule one on the Intergalactic Dragon’s Highway: never tell anyone your name. Rule two: if anyone learns your name—run.

The world calls him vampire. But that’s not who I know. He’s my fellow patient at Crimson Hollow. He’ll never be free—except in death. And that was what he wanted . . . until I arrived. All I wanted was a cure. I wasn’t planning to fall in love.

Getting confessions from notorious serial killers? Easy. Stealing priceless Egyptian artifacts? No problem. Doing it with a cocky, too-handsome-for-his-own-good bad boy? Impossible.