THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND:Bound in Blood and Vows

She didn't plan to summon a demon. She planned to survive the night. When Lyra Voss watches her own fiancé marry her sister at an altar she was supposed to stand at — then gets arrested for a crime her uncle spent months building against her — survival stops being a figure of speech. Framed, abandoned, and locked out of everything she ever called home, she finds the only thing left in her possession: her grandmother's journal, a summoning ritual, and the desperate kind of courage that doesn't feel like courage at all. What answers her blood isn't what she expected. Kael is ancient, impossibly still, and bound to her side for one year by a contract written in her own blood. He speaks like a lawyer and moves like something that has never needed to hurry because it has always been the most dangerous thing in the room. He promises her two things: her name cleared, and everyone who touched her life made to regret it. In exchange, he wants only one thing from her. The truth. Always. What neither of them anticipates is what a year under the same roof does to indifference. How pretending becomes practicing. How practicing becomes real. How a woman who stopped trusting her own heart learns to read his — and discovers that a creature who has lived three thousand years in perfect, ruthless control has never once in all that time felt anything like this. The contract has an expiration date. Their feelings don't. The Devil I Called Husband is a slow-burn paranormal romance about the bargains we make when we're broken, the people who stay even when nothing requires them to, and what happens when the fine print of a blood contract turns out to be the least binding thing between two people who were never supposed to fall in love. Some deals change everything. This one changes both of them.