Rule Number One: Don't get attached. Trick St. John clawed his way out of the worst gutters of London to occupy the most prestigious piece of real estate in Beverly Hills. Another one of Roman Scipio's progeny, he's the bastard with the most to prove. On paper, his money comes from Big Pharma, medications he's developed and marketed for the human population. But in the VIP suites of nightclubs like Scion-and the residence his working girls refer to as the McMansion-illicit street drugs like Tranq rake in just as much cash. It's a luxe lifestyle, custom-tailored to his every whim, inherently dangerous, and deliberately devoid of romantic entanglements. But when a group of vampire revolutionaries called the Legacy start attacking his friends and trying to replicate his work, Trick can no longer afford to ignore the one person he'd most like to avoid. Rule Number Two: Don't f-ck where you sleep. Dropped as a misguided birthday gift into the lap of Hollywood's top dog, Tes Nicolae finds herself in the unenviable position of being Trick's one-hit wonder. That first time might have been the only time, but it nets her a regular blood doll gig at the Friday Night parties, and Trick's formidable shadow is the perfect place to hide. A red-gloved stranger has other ideas, though, stealing her away to a hotel suite where she learns there's absolutely nothing for her on the other side of death: not heaven, not hell... Because those things were shattered eons ago, and she and Trick are just two more pieces of the celestial puzzle. Rule Number Three: Get the job done. Suddenly, it seems that every dark force in Los Angeles is in the market for Tes's blood, and Trick's the only thing standing between her and certain death. As the Devil tries to reconstruct Heaven and the Legacy seeks to bring humanity to heel, two street rats born centuries apart will have to break down the barriers between science and faith, human and immortal, the very essence of Light and Dark if they want to survive the coming dawn.