A dark, new world from Charissa Weaks

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Many have sought him. Only one will find him.

And her path will be bloody.

With sins as numerous as her scars, seraph Lisette de Catouret, former Dominii commander and

succubus spy, aches for redemption. Her chance arrives with an invitation to locate Malachi,

the Last Light, a divine immortal and holy weapon

imprisoned in enemy territory.

But Lis isn’t the only one invited to the hunt. Nine informants will compete to deliver Malachi to Dominii leaders.

Only one will receive a victor’s prize, the most coveted gift ever bestowed on a fallen Dominii: their wings.

Desperate to be the last Seeker standing, Lis must entrench herself in Malachi’s world of

life-or-death arena battles, infiltrate a vicious empress’s court, and navigate the Empire of Avilon’s

criminal underbelly, where rumors of war with her homeland of Old Giladria brew.

But gaining the trust of an immortal who despises her kind proves a difficult task

because Malachi doesn’t want to be saved. Not by a succubus whose beauty could find him

trapped within her thrall. He wants revenge on those who crossed him and to become anything

other than the murdering champion the empress has made him, save for a Dominii weapon.

Lis won’t be deterred, though, not with her honor, her wings, and her people’s safety at stake.

There are just a few complications: Malachi is as alluring as he is violent, as handsome as he is irritating,

and as forbidden as he is irresistible.

Are they fated to kill one another? Or unite and topple an empire?

An Excerpt from seekers of the last Light

She stands before me in nothing more than a gown of sheer, red fabric edged in silk, a column of pale, soft skin exposed from her neck to her feet. Heart thundering and mouth watering, I sit still as stone, longing to lean forward and press my mouth to the gentle curve of her breast, all while fighting the need to send her away.

She is the temptation that will break me. The devil

I cannot fight. The sin I crave in every part of my being. And when I look up at her face and stare into those crystal blue eyes, I know that tonight is the night I will willingly lose my soul, if only she will claim it.

“Do you want me?” She touches my face. The gentlest caress.

“You know I do.” If she held any doubts, my dreams have surely put them to rest. She has witnessed my desire. Burned alongside me through every agonizing minute.

She slides one knee onto the bed and weaves her hands into my hair. Like a brewing storm forming across a lightless sky, she looms over me, her dark-as-night hair a curtain around us.

Slowly, she lowers her tender mouth until it’s a panting breath away from mine.

“Then touch me.” Her voice is whisper-soft, a flame on my lips. “Please.”

Those needy fingers curl at my nape, nails scraping, tugging hard at my scalp. I can feel the wet heat between her legs against my thigh, the promise of sweet rapture and utter damnation that hides there.

And gods above, I want to bury myself in her darkness.

A dark, new world from Charissa Weaks

An Excerpt from seekers of the last Light

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