Twenty four years have passed since Talon and Calista defeated Barron and his sons. The dragons were freed of their mental imprisonment and now they soar proudly in the skies above the Southern Isles.
Twenty four years of peace.
Until Lily Rothschild’s galleon sails off course and ends up far to the east…
My parents didn’t raise me to be a beautiful princess in a gown. Didn’t raise me to sit on the terrace and drink tea and birth children. At twenty-three years old, I’m still unwed and geriatric to most people.
But neither of my...

Twenty four years have passed since Talon and Calista defeated Barron and his sons. The dragons were freed of their mental imprisonment and now they soar proudly in the skies above the Southern Isles.
Twenty four years of peace.
Until Lily Rothschild’s galleon sails off course and ends up far to the east…
My parents didn’t raise me to be a beautiful princess in a gown. Didn’t raise me to sit on the terrace and drink tea and birth children. At twenty-three years old, I’m still unwed and geriatric to most people.
But neither of my parents have ever cared. My mother has always wanted me to live the life that I want. My father raised me like a son. Taught me the sword. How to fish and hunt. How to sail in the dark. And my mother taught me how to speak with dragons.
When I decide to live a life of adventure, I can see the hint of sadness in my father’s eyes, the worry that he always wears for me. But he lets me go. Encourages me to live the life that I want without reservation.
It makes me love him all the more.
I set sail with my crew, see white beaches and dense jungle, visit villages across the world, even take a vampire for a lover. But our ship becomes caught in a storm and is blown off course, and I find myself in the one place my father warned me to never visit.
We get stuck on the rocks of an island and have to wait for the tide to rise before we can leave. But this island is strange, everything is dead and the mist is suffocating on the lungs .And then I hear my name, spoken in a voice deep and powerful, an endless echo in my mind. “Lily Rothschild — come to me.”
A behemoth of a man, over six feet tall and with muscles thicker than tree trunks, he stands before me in a midnight blue uniform with a broadsword across his back. With deep brown hair, his eyes are dark like the earth and hard like a tombstone. I know who he is without an introduction.
The God of The Underworld.
“Daughter of Talon Rothschild, King of the Southern Isles, a man who doesn’t pay his debts. You shouldn’t have come here.”
I’m a woman who fears nothing — but I fear him. My heart races in a way it never has. This is an opponent I could never match. But there’s also an indescribable burn between us. Despite how terrifying he is, he’s also the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He stares at me with an intensity and a confidence none of my lovers have ever shown. He can touch me with just his eyes.
The God of the Underworld, the most evil being in our world, makes his demand. “Pay his debt. Or I will come to collect.”
He doesn’t want my life or my soul. He wants my body underneath his, at his beck and call, a servant to his desires, to take me into his dark bedchamber in his world and visit me in mine. He’s the king of demons and I shouldn’t want his touch…but I do.
And I want to save my father’s soul.