Of Wicked Blood

This is storytelling at its best. - WENDY HIGGINS NYTimes bestselling author of Sweet EvilNO REST FOR THE WICKED . . . OR THE CURSED.SLATEI didnt mean to steal the Bloodstone from the De Morels crypt. Scratch that I did mean to steal it. Until I realized it was a curse-magnet that only comes off if I along with a jolly trio successfully defeat four curses.If any of us fail Im dead.Ive never been a glass half-empty sort of person but my glass looks in dire need of a refill right about now.The only highlight of this wicked treasure hunt: feisty entitled Cadence de Morel.CADENCEI was raised on tales of magic in a small town reputed to be the birthplace of French witchcraft.Did I believe all the stories I heard? Absolutely not. I mean if magic existed Maman wouldnt have died and Papa wouldnt be stuck in a wheelchair right?Wrong.The night Slate Ardoin waltzes into my life wearing a ring he stole from my mothers grave I call him a monster.But then I meet real ones and Slate well . . . he becomes something else to me.Something frustrating to live with but impossible to live without.Something I will fight for no matter the cost.*Warning: profuse cursing (and not just the magical kind).