An ancient curse, a modern woman, and a jet-setting businessman collide in this dark tale of love, betrayal, and deadly stakes. Jenna Windrow's attraction to the Chateau Suites Hotel might stem from her early memories of growing up near the hotel in the suburbs of Pittsburgh, but that doesn't explain her sense of coming home. Or her overwhelming desire to decorate the forbidding manse in reflection of an 18th-century castle at Christmas. No one bothers to mention that her employers are devout atheists or that the company party is a PR stunt-not until the company henchman, Darius Brock arrives for the end-of-year bash. Drop dead gorgeous, an aura of darkness surrounds him, from his mahogany waves to his intense brown eyes. As awestruck by the décor as by its creator, Darius Brock sinks deeper into his hellish existence from the moment he strides into the dining room, and his focus locks on the bronze-haired goddess. Eight years have passed since he awoke to the existence of otherworldly entities and an ancient evil to bind him by blood and by oath to his wicked employer. With his neck on the chopping block, Darius might forsake his entire clan to keep the evil from touching Jenna, but his employer may have other ideas. When an unknown enemy murders a company executive three doors from his suite, Darius becomes an expendable pawn in a deadly game and Jenna's life becomes the winner's prize.