Stolen By the Reaper by Chloe Graves

It’s all fun and games until you find yourself sacrificed on your wedding day…

Josephine
I never expected ’till death do us part’ to mean a literal brush with death. One moment, I’m sealing my vows with a kiss; the next, I’m the sacrifice for a demon’s claim. Instead of the sharp sting of a blade, I find myself wrapped in the dark embrace of Azrael, a reaper with eyes that burn like emerald flames and coax me into sin.
Now I’m at his mercy, a pawn in his fight. Every dark command stirs a dangerous desire, every heated touch brands my body as his.
But there’s another with a claim on my soul, and Clauneck’s preparing to collect…

Azrael
I bargained my soul away on a lie, and now my eternity is spent ushering others to their afterlife. Josephine wasn’t mine to reap, but I’ve always had a reckless streak. She was meant to be Clauneck’s offering; stealing her was supposed to be a jab in the old demon’s eye.
But her scent beckons like a siren and her big doe eyes hold a flickering darkness I want to tease out and tame. To claim her is to start a war against my lord, but to resist is to deny the intoxicating bond between us.
Clauneck demands the return of his prize, but there’s a power in her, simmering under the surface, that I need.

She’s the torch to ignite the vengeance we both crave, and I’ll spend my next eternity worshiping her as my queen.