While cutting through the Interstices--the post-creation gap between realms--Smith, half-demon tech specialist for Enchanted Occasions Event Planning, spies the person he yearns for daily but dreads seeing again: the ifrit Hashim of the Windrider clan. On their one literally smoldering night together, Smith, stupidly besotted, revealed his true name--a demon's greatest vulnerability. When Hashim didn't return the favor, then split the next morning with no word? Message received, loud and clear: Thanks, but no thanks. Although Hashim had burned to return Smith's trust, it was impossible. The wizard who conjured him holds his true name in secret, and unless Hashim discovers it, he'll never be free. When their attraction sparks once more, the two unite to search for Hashim's hidden name--which would be a hell of a lot easier if they didn't have to contend with a convention full of food-crazed vampires on the one day out of the century they can consume something other than blood. But if they fail, Hashim will be doomed to eternal slavery, and their reignited love will collapse in the ashes. Luckily Smith is the guy who gets shit done. And Hashim is never afraid to heat things up.