Below the Grave by Stephanie Summers

A fairy hybrid determined to escape an arranged marriage. A vampire cast out from his kind, longing for the love of his deceased mate. An ensuing war that will compel them to look past hatred and lies to find the love they both so desperately need.

I’m Fiona Kelly, a human-fairy hybrid with a healthy hatred for my supernatural half. My life was turned upside down a few years ago when shortly after I lost my fiancé, a man showed up at my doorstep claiming to be my fairy father with a life all laid out before me. If I didn’t go quietly with him, I wouldn’t go anywhere ever again. Now I’m betrothed to a man I have no feelings for, living a life I don’t want, and longing for the day when I’ll be able to get away.
When the fairy queen reveals her plan to attack the vampires, a plan that involves harming an innocent child, I cannot stand by and do nothing. I have to get the little girl to Lucien, the vampire king’s brother and the child’s uncle, ensuring her safety and a possible escape for myself.
He nearly kills me before agreeing to hear me out, but despite the brief altercation, I find myself strangely drawn to him. He’s tall and handsome with a smoldering intensity I can’t turn away from, and for the first time since I lost my fiancé all those years ago, I find myself craving the touch of another man.
He’s a vampire. I’m a fairy. I was never meant to have these sorts of feelings for a man like him, but I can’t help myself.
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I’m Lucien, disgraced brother of the vampire king and all-around bad guy, or so that’s what they’d all like to believe. I hate fairies, but when one shows up at Club Dead claiming she has my brother’s child and news of an attack on my kind, I don’t have much choice but to trust her for the sake of my niece and a brother I reluctantly still care about.
I should hate her for what her kind has done to mine, but she has something running deep within that threatens to spark the beast I’ve fought for centuries to contain.
She’s a fairy. I’m a vampire. I should be tearing her throat out, but I find myself falling harder and faster than I ever thought possible. Will I ever be able to convince her—or myself—to take a chance on the one thing we both thought was lost to us forever? Or will I end up losing her, just like I lost my mate? At my own hands, with no one else to blame…