The demon biker who spared me is my last chance at survival, but trusting him could be more dangerous than death.

Sloan:

I begged him to kill me. Death was supposed to be my way out. But Bones—this demon biker with Hell in his eyes—refused. Now, I’m stuck with him, a lethal protector I don’t understand, and the attraction between us is as dangerous as the enemies hunting me.

I’ve been trapped by my past for too long. My power is a ticking bomb, and the Justicars after me will stop at nothing to get it. Bones is my only chance to survive, but trusting him might just be the last mistake I ever make.

Bones:

I should’ve killed her. Sloan was the enemy. But when she begged for death, something in me snapped. I couldn’t do it. Now, instead of taking her life, I’m guarding it with everything I’ve got.

She’s a human with a power that makes her a target. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s mine to protect. My fate mate. And I’ll tear through anyone—demon, fanatic, or worse—who tries to take her from me.

Torn apart by a demonic deal 150 years ago, I race to complete the bargain before the woman I love is lost forever.

Cassandra's pact with Eris was a sacrifice to save the Nightshade Vampires. Since that fateful night, I've endured the agony of safeguarding the demon possessing my destined mate's body. Tortured by my own dark desires and base cravings.

Vengeance was vowed to the demon Eris and we close in on the archangel Aeternaphiel. Only for him to slip through our fingers after delivering a devastating blow that slowly steals Cassandra's life away.

Time is a luxury my mate doesn't have and I refuse to lose her. I'll finish this fight started centuries ago, because if I don't, Cassandra will die. It will take the combined deadly skills of the entire Nightshade clan to destroy the archangel and save my mate.

But when a devastating truth surfaces, it threatens to splinter the Nightshades. My king faces an unimaginable decision between our clan and my mate. For me, there is no choice. There will only ever be Cassandra.

The rest of the world can go to hell.