A sane witch would never summon the immortal Demon Lords of Blackwood.
Not if she expects to keep breathing. Everyone knows that. So imagine my surprise when, in a reckless and drunken effort to avenge my sister's death, I summon a revenge demon.
Only it's not a lowly minion who shows up. It's them…
Vrahs,the charming alpha with the face to back up the swagger.
Ryker,damaged and dark with god-level magnetism.
And Thorne, a violent hedonist dead set on adding me to his list of indulgences.
All three Lords of Blackwood. Furious. Bound to me. And determined to bully me out of our contract.
Even if it means breaking me.