The mask didn't hide her true self. It unleashed it.
Venice, 1782. Count Lucian is bored with court life. Looking for a thrill, he takes his demure fiancee, Lady Elara, to a forbidden masquerade ball deep within the catacombs of the Palazzo Nero. He expects a night of scandal and wine.
He gets a nightmare.
When Elara puts on an ancient wooden mask carved in the likeness of a Satyr, it refuses to come off. The curse fuses to her skin, twisting her elegant body into something primal. Silk tears as muscle expands, and the innocent noblewoman is replaced by a beast of pure desire.
Trapped in the alcoves of the ballroom, Lucian discovers that the transformation is complete. His fiancee has grown the insatiable appetite of a nature spirit—and the massive, throbbing anatomy to match. Tonight, the Jester will not be laughing. He will be on his knees, paying tribute to the beast.
The Carnival is over. The hunt has begun.
