Available December 11th
Mila spent her life hiding away in and out of hospitals. Only one sister could have a life, and she wasn’t the one that was chosen. Her best friend, her replacement sister invited—ordered her—to move in with her and her family.
It would have been perfect if tall dominant and oh so sexy Slade wasn’t watching her with green eyes sent from the Gods, and a mouth made for sin. Time always felt like it was standing still, now it was rushing to catch her. The enemy that tried to kill her as a preteen was back; now it wanted her and the sister who didn’t know she was still alive.
Could she sacrifice herself again so her sister could live? Or did she finally want a chance at life with the one man who made her feel life was precious?
Slade was a rage-filled male with nothing to look forward to. When they told him that another human female was coming to live with them, he shrugged. What was one more? Then he met her.
Her scent teased her with thoughts of a future that couldn’t be his; Mila was so much more. How could he even want to talk to her when another held his heart for so long? Slade needed to learn how to let go of the past and embrace the future before Mila was forever beyond his reach.
Together they must defeat the horrors of the past if they ever want a future together.
Rylee spent her life running with no intention of staying still until Phoenix walked into her bar. She didn’t know what was drawing her to him, but she wanted to find out. Two years later he was finally ready to talk and more. It may be too late. The evil that has been stalking her found her and now once again her life is in danger.
Phoenix couldn’t stay away from Rylee, and he tried. His heart was whispering mate. He ignored it to watch her from afar. He was going to sacrifice himself for his family to live. He didn’t know what form that would take. He did know a mate would complicate things.
He feared for her life.
She knew they would hurt him trying to get to her.
They each had a reason to stay apart. Time, need, and desire was drawing them together. They either fought together or died alone.