The realms of passion and duty collide to push boundaries. Dirge, an incubus condemned to sing sorrowful hymns at funerals, finds himself inexplicably drawn to Dr. Xolani Coleman. She captivates him, a rarity in his existence where multiple lovers are the norm.

Xolani, a compassionate doctor, eases her patients’ pain while battling her own insatiable longing for the enigmatic Dima Valdez, a man who seems to appear in her life at the most unexpected moments. Their connection is charged, filled with unspoken desires that blur the lines between lust and love.

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Excerpt

Chapter One

An Assignment
The Maker & Michael

“Life is a game and true love is a trophy.”–Rufus Wainwright

Michael entered the room quickly and knelt before the Maker, his eyes cast down to the floor beneath them. The ethereal being before him was so magnificent there were times, he could not even gaze upon Him. He knelt for what he thought felt like an eternity, even
though only mere seconds had gone by.

“Rise Michael.”

Quickly, he did what he was told.

Though his Maker continued as if he had not spoken at all. The world’’s maker paced back and forth, occasionally looking down at what he assumed was the firmament between heaven to His creations below. His master shook his head and then continued pacing back and forth.

“Is there anything I can do?” Michael asked, his wings folded behind him and his hands clasped together in front of him. He stopped himself from flinching as the sharp gaze of the Maker hit him in full force.

“Not now. Give me a moment. Be still,” the Maker stated.

Michael nodded and stayed where he was. It was common for the Maker to decide later whether he wanted the angel to do something or not. Even if there was never anything he needed, his job was to be at the Makers’ side. He waited patiently, knowing his spot and
his duty.

He didn’t have to wait long. “Michael, as you well know, Mercy and Caj’s love for each other was so powerful they’d sought each other out constantly while in my service.”

Michael didn’t say anything because he knew his Master was just pontificating and didn’t want an answer.

“Their love story is legendary amongst supernaturals. Now, I’m seeing where others feel they are lacking. There are a variety of them wanting their chance at love. They may not say it aloud, but I know everything.”

Michael understood. Their Lord was powerful and he knew what was to happen even before they did. He’d heard the grumblings within the nether and out if it about those who thought it unfair to be allowed to love. Others thought it was beautiful. He himself was
satisfied with his circumstances and his servitude. But the others and there were quite a few, didn’t seem to be as happy. “Master, I have heard the grumblings as well. Do you wish for me
to put a stop to them?”

The Maker’s face bloomed into a grand smile. “Now Michael, you know I am fair. I would never go against their will. Everyone should have the things they want if it is good for them and good for all. Be they human, monster, or beast.”

“Then what is it you wish of me? I feel like you want me to do something. Isn’t love a good thing?”

“Oh, you are right. You are my most loyal and level headed servant. What I need presently is for you to go down there and make sure a certain demon doesn’t overstep or harm. It may cause you a bit of a problem. As the female is a human and the male of course is
a demon. You are to observe first and then counsel if needed, as well as report back to me.”

Michael blinked as his Lord’s words washed over him. “But Master, why me?” He was immediately contrite when the Lord’s eyes flashed at him. “Forgive me, my Lord.”

“You’re forgiven. Now as I was saying. The male for your first assignment is Dirge.”

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