Valentines in the Vineyard

I wake in a vineyard with no memory of how I got here. Black heart balloons drift between twisted grapevines, and somewhere in the darkness, he's watching. Waiting. When his voice cuts through the cold February night, commanding me to run, I obey without question. But every predator should remember: sometimes the prey has claws of her own. Each book in the Dark Nights Collection can be enjoyed as a standalone. Contains mature content. A complete list of content warnings can be found on the author's website.