It seemed like a brilliant plan. To entertain her young son on his spring break week, and to get back into the dating world, youthful widow Sally Cartwright advertises on a dating site, requesting that the dates put together an outing entertaining both to her and to Timmy. She never dreams that her ad will look like an invitation to every werewolf, vampire, ancient god or demonic force in England. Unfortunately, because Timmy was saved by his father's sacrifice, the dark forces see in him the potential for incredible power.Because she advertised herself, the Church of England's militant wing, the Theological College of St. Van Helsing, can do nothing--there are rules that govern the behavior of both dark and light. Mike Rider, though, is prepared to break the rules. Sally was his first love and he still cares for her. Unfortunately for him, Sally still hurts from their breakup and wants nothing to do with him.As the dark forces close in, though, Sally and Mike are forced to work together to save their own lives and those of Timmy, Sally's son.Author Vanessa Knipe continues her stories out of the St. Van Helsing Theological College with an exciting and emotional tale of a young mother trying to save her son from forces beyond her imagination. Her past history with Mike gives the story added emotional impact and Knipe's fully envisioned world of England and its magical forces grabbed my attention and wouldn't let go. "As a teen, Vanessa learned her love of canoeing in the alligator infested bayous of the Texas Gulf Coast. Back in her native, Yorkshire she watches the River Ouse rise every winter and wonders if she needs to revive an old skill: so far she and her son have been lucky. She mixes raising her son and wrestling with Creatures of the Night, though that's not a nice thing to call her cat. Currently she is studying the preliminaries to what she hopes will be an MA in Creative Writing."That's what it says on the back of the dead tree edition anyway. But what was a Yorkshire lass doing in the bayous of Texas?At fourteen I was dragged from a sleepy English Village - where the greatest excitement was the annual Village Fête and fancy dress competition - to a suburb of Houston, Texas. We lived just across Clear Lake from the Johnson Space Center.It was a shock to the system. But I loved the bayous and saved up my pocket money - instead of buying lunch at school - and bought a canoe. As soon as I could drive I was off every free moment on the still water of Armand Bayou.I returned to England when I was twenty, to go to University in York. And aside from a brief madness when I actually chose to live in London I have stayed here.Now, I'm a fairly young widow bringing up my son as best I can, spliting time between York and the Seaside at Filey

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