FOR BLOOD DEMANDS BLOOD, AND WE ALL MUST RENDER OUR DUES...
In Dendra death is an honour. The young are raised with one purpose: to die willingly before the Blood God in a rite of devotion.
Ashara was never meant to want anything beyond death... until Demetri. Stolen touches in the dark, kisses under fading light, and a promise to indulge in a night of sin before they are sacrificed to the Blood God.
But that vow was made before the acolytes. Before the inquisition. Before the penance.
Estranged for eight years after a brutal penance leaves them both shamed and scarred, Ashara and Demetri reunite in the Grand Templum, mere hours before they are sentenced to die.
But the Templum is beginning to break. When a Druid is found slain, the Last Rite unravels into a vicious hunt for answers, and soon Ashara must decide: remain the sacrifice or become the wrath...
*please read the trigger warnings before diving in
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READERS ARE OBSESSED WITH THE BLOOD PLAGUES
'You gave me trigger warnings but one of them wasn't the author is EVILLL'
'What witchcraft is this?! I'm wincing, horrified but also giggling and kicking my feet'
'I'm in awe... what the flip am I going to do with my life now??'
'One of the most *saucy* things I've read ever and they barely touched!'