author Jacquelyn Frank comes the final chapter in the
momentous showdown with a powerful demon unfolds,
the ultimate taboo.
Kamen is a Bodywalker, an ancient soul reborn in one human
he fails, all will be lost. And no tribe presents a greater challenge than the
Wraiths, the spectral beings who are feared and despised for
Kamen makes first contact with a stunning, ghostly pale
Part Wraith and part human, scorned as a half-breed, Viève
for redemption—and for connection. Her scintillating touch
death, and yet it makes Kamen feel more alive than ever.
against hers, sending Viève into fits of desire and forging a bond that
breaches the divide between them. Now they must unite all
from Vampire and Shadowdweller to Djynns, and fast—for
when he realized that the dream was just that . . . a dream.
He sat up in his bed and turned on the light on the nightstand
beside him. The room still felt alien to him. Probably because
it was not really and it was not meant to be
comfortable. It was meant to be something just shy of a prison cell.
against his hosts and against humanity in general, he should
have gotten much worse than this comfortable bed, a room of
his own, and three exquisite meals a day. In truth, very little
had changed about his daily life since coming to this place.
He spent his days studying ancient texts, scrolls, and
papyrus that were brittle to the touch and on the verge of
crumbling to dust. He studied new spells and magic, studied
histories and old languages. Just as he had done before.
pleasure and devoured much of his time, his pleasure had
since crumbled to dust, just like an old parchment. And
rightfully so. For it was in one of these scrolls that he’d
uncovered the spell that allowed him to inadvertently unleash
the deadly and dangerous imp god, Apep.
therefore it was he who must find the means to destroy the
god he had brought forth. He had walked into the “enemy”
camp, the Bodywalker Politic, and thrown himself on their
mercy. Then he had thrown himself into studying every piece
of ancient text he could find to discover the way to destroy
the god. There had to be a way. It was simply a matter of
whether they could find the solution.
sheets pull away, leaving his bare legs exposed to the chill
air. The inside of the New Mexico stronghold was climate
controlled for the most part, but he always found it to be a
little too cold for his liking. But since he was more a prisoner
than a guest, it wasn’t as though he could complain. He
stood up, feeling the need to move. He had grown very
restless of late, which thankfully coincided with his jailors
allowing him more freedom to move about. He was no longer
confined to his quarters—although that had been a rather
loosely adhered to policy from the beginning. In truth, these
people were really lucky he was honestly trying to reform
himself. He could have caused a great deal of damage to
them had he been of a mind to. He knew more than enough
spells to wreak havoc if he wished to.
gathers wildflowers from a field. Each time he was reborn
into a new host body, he would learn more, and that
knowledge stayed with him throughout his many lives, even
in the Ether, that bodiless state of being where a Bodywalker
spirit resides for the one hundred years in between lives.
during the long lost dynasties of ancient Egypt. He had been
born, he had lived a life, and he had died. And like many
noble Egyptians, he had been mummified and buried with all
of his wealth, intending to take it with him into the afterlife.
But apparently, the hubris of such an act, of trying to force
the hand of the powers of life and death, had instead given
the Egyptians’ souls life everlasting . . . in the Ether. Knowing
no eternal rest, no heaven or hell, no life other than to exist
and watch the years unfold on the earthly plane.
who was on the cusp of death if he wished to share his body
in exchange for being returned to full health, as well as
having the powers of immortality and extraordinary
self-healing. The living man had agreed and both souls
returned to the living man’s body. The souls eventually
Blended and become as one, harmonious inside the human
host. And once one soul was able to do so, all the other souls
followed suit and began to share the bodies of human
mortals who would have died otherwise.
answer to the original soul, so they did as little Blending as
possible, suppressing the human soul until its voice became
nearly nonexistent. These were the Templars. The Politic
Bodywalkers were of an opposing mentality. They respected
the original soul by sharing its body on equal footing and
honoring the agreement they had made.
was, the favorite of their leader, the most powerful Templar,
Odjit. And in turn, Kamen had loved Odjit. Not as a man
loves a woman, but as a devoted follower loves his master.
He thought it was Odjit’s plan to do away with the animosity
between the two sides of the Bodywalker race so they could
all live in harmony one day. He had believed in her cause—in cause.
bestselling author of the Immortal Brothers series (Cursed by Fire, Cursed by
Ice, Bound by Sin, and Bound in Darkness), the World of Nightwalkers series
(Forbidden, Forever, Forsaken, Forged, and Nightwalker), the Three Worlds
series (Seduce Me in Dreams and Seduce Me in Flames), the Nightwalkers series
(Adam, Jacob, Gideon, Elijah, Damien, and Noah), the Shadowdwellers novels
(Ecstasy, Rapture, and Pleasure), and the Gatherers novels (Hunting Julian and
Stealing Katherine). She lives in North Carolina and has been writing romantic
fiction ever since she picked up her first teen romance at age thirteen.