She isn't who she thinks she is . . . Kelli Colter feels the rejection of being jilted at the altar deep in her heart. She resolves never again to sympathize with a guy's problems, or to trap herself in a committed relationship, which always leads to getting hurt. Bewildered and fighting her pain, still in her wedding gown, Kelli flees and drives down the highway. When her car breaks down on a lonely stretch of road, she's forced to go for help. Ending up at a dark mansion that seems to have a personality all its own, she finds the sexiest guy with the largest pleasuring equipment she's ever seen. To alleviate her hurt, she falls into bed with the man. The man is awesome. The sex is terrific. Until he tells her he's a vampire . . . Santos Gregarios is one of the damned, relegated to eternal loneliness. When the beautiful woman in white shows up on a doorstep in the middle of the night, he has no other choice than to believe she's his beloved, dead bride being returned to him. His Kayla, who now calls herself Kelli, doesn't recognize him. His heart splinters to pieces. How can he persuade her that she isn't who she thought she was?