Barakiel's a Covalent from another dimension who's been vanquishing demons in the Earthly Realm for almost 1,300 years. Unfortunately, though he and Zan have been lovers for some time, he hasn't quite gotten around to telling her what he truly is.
Upset by Barakiel's lies, Zan tries to end their relationship, but it's far from easy. His evil father, Lucifer, has targeted his son and, aware of Barakiel's love for Zan, will likely continue sending demons her way through dimensional rifts. Barakiel and his mentor, Pellus, suspect a traitor among the Covalent is helping Lucifer--a traveler, like Pellus, who can detect and navigate rifts.
But regardless of how hard they try, deeply in love Zan and Barakiel simply can't stay away from each other.
Doyle (The Passion Season, 2016) deftly injects turbulence into the recurring couple's romance: Zan's distress is understandable, while Barakiel's resultant behavior is akin to stalking, adamantly refusing to leave her alone even when she demands he do so. Their mutual allure is often purely physical, as that seems to be what's continually drawing Zan back to Barakiel: "He's so hot, I am going to die." The sex scenes, however, are unquestionably ardent and provocative.
A subplot involving Zan and her FBI partner, Mel Romani, working a human trafficking case is primarily a wrap-up, having started in the preceding novel. The possibility of a betrayer, meanwhile, is more intriguing, ultimately launching an explosive final act in which the Covalent and the feds rally together.
A commendable follow-up with otherworldly action, down-to-earth melodrama, and sensuality in between.
From the Back Cover
Tonight's the night. Rainer Barakiel is going to tell me all his secrets. Ithought I'd be excited, but I feel like someone shoved a knife into mygut.
Heh. Fitting, considering I met Rainer because of his expertise in edgedweapons. The daggers used in that ritual sacrifice became our best lead, thanksto him. What kind of omen is it, that I met the love of my life because someonefound a human spleen in the bushes?
I didn't expect someone like him. When he opened his door I couldn't talk, Iwas so stunned. God, how I flirted with him. Hell of a way for an FBI agent toact. This whole relationship is a hell of a way for an FBI agent to act. Ididn't want to face that he was hiding things from me.
What if he has something to do with this murder?
I'm being paranoid. He's denied being a criminal and I believe him. I don't seehow my instincts could be so wrong. He can't be bad. He can't.
He's hiding things from me, but he loves me. I feel it. I feel it. Maybe hedidn't expect to fall in love with me, but he did, and now he wants out. He'sgoing to confess, leave it all behind. For me.
Christ, O'Gara. Get ahold of yourself.
I wonder, after he tells me all his secrets, will this become a wacky story welove to tell? Or a story I tell only to myself, alone in a stale-smellingapartment, stewing in pain? The story of how my heart got damaged beyondrepair.