She was trapped. In a Fortress Dark with chains upon her feet. Not in her wildest dreams had Frances West imagined anything so bizarre, and deadly, as the situation she found herself in when Drakkar the Vampire abducted her from her home in England. But she had got in his way in Prague, and then her kitchen stove blew up, and there was the man in the middle of the road in the rainstorm when she flipped her Porsche, and after that it all got wild...