A Dark Kiss of Rapture

Raze tastes the pulse at a stranger’s throat and feels nothing.

Once, he was an angel. Then he made desire his altar and lost everything that shone—his wings, his grace, the warmth that made temptation worth the fall. Now he drifts through the centuries as one of the Fallen: soulless, immortal, lethally beautiful, hunting rogue angels and sating his darker needs on willing human bodies and blood. No promises. No dawns shared. Just a blur of nights that all feel the same.

Until Kimberly McAdams walks into his path in a dress that cost more than most people’s rent and eyes that don’t flinch from what he is.

Kimberly has the kind of life people photograph: money, polish, a phone full of men she never bothers to call back. Then she sees Raze—danger wrapped in flawless skin—and the careful distance she keeps from the world snaps. One night with him is supposed to be reckless, anonymous, a secret she can tuck away with her jewelry.

It isn’t. Heat turns into something with weight and ache, something that follows them from the bed to the street. And in the shadows between angels and vampires, that kind of attachment isn’t a blessing. It’s a weapon.

An old enemy has been waiting for Raze to want something he cannot easily abandon. Twisted by loss and rage, she watches Kimberly become his weakness and recognizes her chance. In a war fought with fangs, steel, and celestial power, the cruelest strike is simple: make the Fallen seducer bleed where he’s never bled before—through the one mortal he dares to love.