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308 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published October 17, 2017












“You’re burning,” she gasped.
“Then you ought not to touch me,” he said seriously. “You’ll be consumed.”
“Too late,” she muttered, and pivoted, trying to drag him, he presumed, toward the bed. “You’re awfully heavy—”
“My soul is made of lead.”
“—and you’re delirious,” she ended decisively.
“The face that was revealed had once been as beautiful as an angel's but was now horribly mutilated. A livid red scar ran from just below his hairline on the right side of his face, bisecting the eyebrow, somehow skipping the eye itself but gouging a furrow into the lean cheek and catching the edge of his upper lip, making it twist. The scar ended in a missing divot of flesh in the line of the man's severe jaw. He had inky black hair and, though they were closed now, Iris knew he had emotionless crystal-gray eyes.
She knew because she recognized him.
He was Raphael de Chartres, the Duke of Dyemore, and when she'd danced with him- once- three months ago at a ball, she thought he'd looked like Hades.
God of the underworld.
God of the dead.”