Marcus Fielding is not the charming urbane man Erin Robert's thought he was – behind his dazzling smile he hides a terrible secret.
Marcus Fielding is the High Warlock of the Order of Occultus. The greatest evil between the levels of earth and hell.
In an isolated Bavarian castle, his coven of the world's richest and most powerful men and women, meet to perform satanic rituals at the equinox of the Luna cycle.
The Angel Serenity's prophecy of Erin's immortality and her joining the Theban Legion, a secret organization dedicated to fighting Satan;s demonic armies, is fulfilled when on the run from Marcus she meets the ghost of don Rodrigo Salazar de Perez.
"I have waited a long time for you to come to me." He said with a cultured Spanish accent, the timbre of his voice deep and interesting. He'd been angry moments ago, yet spoke to her with gentle boldness. Not waiting for Erin’s answer, he crossed the room in three long easy strides. Taking her in his arms, the ghost cupped her face upwards, and tilted her mouth to meet his. He brushed her lips with his own.
His touch felt unexpectedly warm on her skin. Normality told her to pull away. Her sixth sense told her to stay in his embrace.
Time lost meaning. Wrapped in a psychic vortex, her emotions filled with a strong yearning that throbbed between her legs, leaving her weak at the knees.
The ghost’s sad languid eyes took on an intense sparkle. Folding her closer to him he kissed her again...exploring her mouth with his tongue, tasting her physical reality. Erin closed her eyes and responded to his kiss. Her lips pressed against his and he pushed himself deeper into her mouth. Desire reeled within her. "Who are you?” Erin gasped as she pulled back from him.