Sarah Spade Drawn to the Demon Duke

For twelve years, this book has been my life-but I didn't know it was only just starting... When I was sixteen years old, I found this old, leather-bound spell book at a garage sale. Something about it drew me to it, and when I noticed that it was written in an unfamiliar language, I decided that I wouldn't stop until I could read it. I obsessed over it all through the rest of high school, then college. I couldn't get past the idea that it could be a real grimoire, telling myself that it would be super rad to be able to use magic, or maybe even travel to another world like in that movie from a couple of years ago, Labyrinth . After all, wouldn't it be great to find my very own Jareth? For some reason, this book has always made me feel like it was the answer to my happily-ever-after. And when I translate the Verus Amor spell and discover it really is a true love spell, I decide to give it a try. Instead of a Goblin King, though, I accidentally summon a fearsome horned man into my home. With shocking white skin and glowing blue eyes, he crooks his claw imperiously, expecting me to follow him. And when I don't? He leaves before returning with a shadowy creature-and a pair of gold chains for me. Next thing I know, I'm pulled to another world and thrown in a dungeon cell, Duke Haures's human prisoner. At least, that's what I think I am. The powerful demon duke? He knows better. He knows that I'm the one true mate he's waited two millennia for... and he'll do anything to keep me.