Naomi Carter thought her biggest life-and-death battles were dealing with terrible managers, inconsistent men, and praying her grits didn’t scorch. Then she went and accidentally tethered her soul to Azarel — the exiled God of Infinity whose shadow-wrapped body, razor-sharp dominance, and “I do not play with mortals” energy should’ve sent her running.

Except Naomi’s mouth moves quicker than her survival instincts, and apparently aggravating an eternal god is her newest personality trait.

Their bond is forbidden, volatile, and hotter than a busted radiator in an August heatwave. Azarel demands surrender, Naomi answers with sarcasm, and somehow that tension keeps breaking beds, bending rules, and setting the laws of reality on fire.

Meanwhile, the Twelve — ancient gods of law, wrath, and divine consequences — are stirring. Dragons counting debts in blood. Sirens collapsing empires with a single note. Witches carving vows straight into bone. And just when Naomi thinks her chaos quota has been met, the Whisper — a faceless god older than fear itself — starts hunting her, hungry for every buried wound she never dealt with.

Betrayal slicks itself in truth. The past refuses to stay dead. And Naomi must embrace her own rising power while navigating a god who doesn’t bend, doesn’t beg, and damn sure doesn’t do “chill.”

This is paranormal fantasy erotica with bite — forbidden love, divine dominance, cosmic tension, and a mortal woman who learns the funniest way to survive the apocalypse is to sass the god who might actually own her soul.

Content Guidance: This book contains dark fantasy and romance themes, including violence, grief, betrayal, explicit intimacy, and supernatural manipulation.