Roland Pike has sold this town every balloon arch, gender reveal and gold "4" candle it ever wanted, and been invited to exactly none of the parties. Then a woman walks in with a shopping list written on a court filing.
I lit a candle and got an incubus. Now I'm taking him to my sister's engagement party, where he'll need a human name, a cover story, and enough restraint to stand in a room full of people in love without feeding. My ex is also invited. That turns out to be his problem, not mine.
Cora has three rules for surviving a bad breakup, and she's already broken two of them. The third involves the ridiculous candle her sister mailed her — the one that comes with a demon attached. He feeds on desire and has done it for centuries. What he's never once been is wanted back.
Lisbon, 1943. The last neutral capital in Europe, where tungsten buys both sides and every café hides a courier. Calvin Brennan files for the Chicago Tribune and quietly works for the OSS. Then he meets Vera at the Casino do Estoril—Polish, beautiful, and held on a leash he can't yet see. She says she's been sent to work him. He believes her. The only way out runs through a man Berlin wants kept breathing. A twelve-chapter serial: espionage, slow-burn romance, and gallows wit.