Desire is his downfall.
Rejected by his ruthless family and the god he betrayed them for, Leth is desperate for a chance to prove himself. A purpose for his sword and magic. Anything beyond the legacy of restraint and repression that's broken him down again and again.
But his new quest comes with an infuriatingly familiar companion.
Evain draws power from human desire. Every heated glance or tender touch feeds the flames of his magic. He has little patience for a frigid sword-witch who hates anything demonic-but somehow, traveling with pretty Leth makes him feel stronger than ever. On the rare occasion Leth deigns to look at him.
Wild magic and winter nights throw them together, and cracks start forming in their first impressions. Leth wants more than a purpose from Evain, and Evain wants more than heated glances from Leth. But Evain's hiding a secret that could shatter their fragile trust: he isn't human.
And Leth can't afford weakness when his family's out for blood.
Contains mature themes.
His secret could kill him.
Karis is the arrogant young prodigy of the Radiant Order, and his talent gets him plenty of attention but very few friends. Under the order's prying eyes, there's one secret Karis has to hide at all costs: the meddling, un-paladin-like voice in his head. Sometimes the voice is helpful. Sometimes it gets him into trouble.
This time, trouble's name is Ronan.
Ronan does the dirty work. Anything for the trickster god he serves, no matter how tired he's getting. He's so used to deception, he wouldn't recognize real love if it bit him. When he's captured by the Radiant Order, he doesn't think twice before kidnapping a cute little squire to cover his escape. His new hostage is a lot more complicated than he expected.
Between escape attempts and counterspells, Karis keeps getting under Ronan's skin, and Ronan keeps getting inside Karis's head. And the longer they stay together, Karis starts thinking less about escaping, and more about how Ronan might taste.
But the conspiracy they're tangled in is far deadlier than they know.
Contains mature themes.
He'll die without touch.
As a necromancer, Shae loses a little more of himself every time he uses his magic. Always cold, always touch-starved, the only thing that helps is human contact. But that's hard to come by when those same dark powers scare everyone away from him. Nobody likes a necromancer.
Especially a paladin of the Radiant Order.
Arthur's still bitter and broken after his last lover stabbed him in the back, and the last thing he needs is another brush with evil. When he agrees to escort the wandering necromancer north, he's just doing a public service. But he never expected Shae to be so clingy. Or distractingly attractive.
Shae has never felt an aura as warm and safe as Arthur's. He craves the man's touch-and more. But everyone he's ever known has left him, and it's just a matter of time before Arthur leaves him too.
Assuming the soul-stealing monsters don't kill them first.
Contains mature themes.
