After the death of her mother, Aheia finds herself stained by more blood than she can hide in the perpetual daylight of her home of Keloseros. She escapes the realm but pays the price: giving up her immortality and her powers–once a Mithra with light at her fingertips, she becomes near-mortal. Her desperate search for asylum leads her to the doorstep of the only place out of her abusive family’s reach—a realm that deals in death and darkness unapologetically—Aljira.

I see her jotting down notes in her little notebook. Psychopath. Deranged. No empathy to be found. She doesn't yet understand just how right she is, but she will. I'm obsessed with her. She consumes my every waking thought. The problem is, she's my therapist. Can she break through to me, or will I end up breaking her?

Naia, the daughter of the High Sea Goddess, is an embarrassment. She holds no title and no power but is the key to a curse placed centuries ago on her mother: Naia must form a union with a god from an opposing family. When the day arrives for her arranged marriage, she turns to the High God of Death and Curses for help. He assists Naia under one condition—she must accept a curse, blindly. Willing to do whatever it takes to escape her mother’s kingdom beneath the sea, Naia agrees and flees to the Mortal Land.

Shea-Lynne O’Rourke is no innocent princess. But she is off-limits. Older. Strong-Willed. Mouthy AF. That doesn’t stop me from wanting to possess this feisty Irish Rose and make the only woman I can’t have mine. She's my last bodyguard gig before I take my place in Quinlan Empire. I'm riddled with scars and past sins, too filthy for an angel. Who surprises me with a savage taste for the forbidden.

Once upon a time there lived three men bonded by darkness and pain. Each fighting a past that wants to drown them. All of them damaged and broken. None of them complete. Until her.