Micah Black thought he was the last of his bloodline. He was wrong. Dead wrong.
Micah just found out he has a brother. Ronan, the cat burglar who broke into his apartment and stole the ankh he’d been entrusted to protect, has turned out to be none other than his own flesh and blood. But that’s not the only revelation he uncovers about his family. After centuries of thinking his father was killed during the war, he learns that his father is alive. Still suffering the loss of Micah’s mother, his beloved mate, but alive.
The discoveries continue to pile up as more tightly held secrets and shocking surprises come to light, upending Micah’s world, sending him into a whirlwind of emotions and memories of war, love, and death. But it’s what King Bain reveals that throws Micah for the biggest loop. One that will chart a new path for Micah’s future and change the course of the coming war between the vampires and the drecks forever.
In the much-anticipated eighth book of the emotionally-wrenching, heart-stopping All the King’s Men Series, you see Micah as you’ve never seen him before. You will meet new characters pivotal to the survival—and hearts—of the characters you’ve come to love. Aliases will be revealed, alliances will be formed, and new enemies exposed as paranormal forces converge in a battle to decide who will ultimately rule humanity.
Recommended for fans of J.R. Ward, Lara Adrian, Kresley Cole.
Books in the AKM Series, in reading order:
Rise of the Fallen
Heart of the Warrior
Return of the Assassin
All the King’s Men – The Beginning
Bound Guardian Angel
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His head jerked around to the door, his awareness lighting up with Sam’s presence like a flame catching on dry kindling. She was there. Just outside, in the hall.
He started for the foyer as the door slowly opened. She stepped inside, squinting into the dark apartment.
In a flash, he was on her, slamming the door with the palm of one hand as he spun her and shoved her against the wall with the other.
She gasped, but the scent of her arousal spiked, letting him know she was more than ready for what he required.
He gripped handfuls of fabric on either side of her scoop-neck collar and yanked in opposite directions. Her T-shirt tore down the middle with the satisfying growl of ripping fabric.
He pushed the tattered shirt off of her, along with her jacket. Leather and ruined polycotton blend puddled at her feet.
“I’m sorry,” he said, growling the words as he tugged harshly at her jeans. The metal button at her waist shot across the room and thumped softly on the carpet.
She kicked off her sneakers. “For what?”
“For not being gentle.” He clutched her bra between her breasts and tore it off as if it were made of nothing more than tissue paper.
“I don’t care. Whatever you need.” She pushed the waist of her jeans past her hips and wiggled her legs so that the denim fell to her ankles as she pulled him closer. “I can buy new clothes, but you can’t be replaced.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He hoisted her off the floor.
Her legs locked around his waist as her palm wrapped around the back of his neck. “With you, pain is pleasure.”