It's all sharp edges, dark magic, and illicit heat you won’t want to miss!

The next installment in my fan-favorite Doomsday Brethren series arrives at the Shayla Store exclusively on July 15—and it's all sharp edges, dark magic, and illicit heat you won’t want to miss!

📖 Possess Me at Midnight: https://geni.us/JlgwwH

Enjoy this snippet:

A subtle shift in the room’s energy draws my attention. Marrok straightens almost imperceptibly, while Tynan’s expression darkens further. Even Lucan, beside me, tenses slightly. I follow their gazes as Duke opens his mouth to speak when the last of the warriors sits—directly across from me.

Ice.

Towering and powerful, with his dark hair shaved close to his scalp and those unnervingly intense green eyes that seem to strip away my defenses, he exudes danger in every line of his warrior’s body. His penetrating gaze fastens on me like a blow torch, scalding hot and undeniable—entirely different from the gentle warmth of Lucan’s touch. Despite my better judgment, my breath catches. My skin tingles. He’s my brother’s enemy…but I can’t seem to look away.

Oh, god…

Though fearsome and reportedly insane, since becoming a member of the Doomsday Brethren, Ice has been on his best behavior—around me, anyway. Hardworking. Polite. Even-tempered…mostly. But the constant staring and the naked desire on his face tie my belly in knots. He’s a puzzle that, against my will, I feel utterly compelled to solve.

His fierce expression makes me wonder precisely what he’s thinking. Oddly, he’s one of the few people whose mind I can’t read. I’ve tried. Nothing. Wondering what’s in his head drives me mad. The one time Ice put his arms around me to heal Sydney’s injured friend, Aquarius, was arousing. Combustive.

And oh-so forbidden.

Not only was I born to the Privileged class of magickind, I am among its elite, the closest thing to royalty in the magical world. Rions are descendants of Merlin, the greatest wizard of all time. While Ice… well, the Rykards are not only Deprived, but disliked and distrusted—Ice more than most. I’ve heard whispers of his violent tendencies. As if that doesn’t complicate our attraction enough, my brother loathes him with a boundless passion.

Anything between Ice and me is unthinkable.

But…I’m thinking it.