Its all fun and games until you find yourself sacrificed on your wedding day

Josephine

I never expected till death do us part to mean a literal brush with death. One moment, Im sealing my vows with a kiss; the next, Im the sacrifice for a demons claim. Instead of the sharp sting of a blade, I find myself wrapped in the dark embrace of Azrael, a reaper with eyes that burn like emerald flames and coax me into sin.

Now Im at his mercy, a pawn in his fight. Every dark command stirs a dangerous desire, every heated touch brands my body as his.

But theres another with a claim on my soul, and Claunecks preparing to collect

Azrael

I bargained my soul away on a lie, and now my eternity is spent ushering others to their afterlife. Josephine wasnt mine to reap, but Ive always had a reckless streak. She was meant to be Claunecks offering; stealing her was supposed to be a jab in the old demons eye.

But her scent beckons like a siren and her big doe eyes hold a flickering darkness I want to tease out and tame. To claim her is to start a war against my lord, but to resist is to deny the intoxicating bond between us.

Clauneck demands the return of his prize, but theres a power in her, simmering under the surface, that I need.

Shes the torch to ignite the vengeance we both crave, and Ill spend my next eternity worshiping her as my queen.