Soul to Find

My name is Icarus for a reason. If there's a way to screw up a plan, I'm your man. Case in point: Falling for the man I'm supposed to seduce and ferry to his death. Adam Devlin, aka the Devil. A vigilante ex-cop and a thorn in the side of the mobster blackmailing me.

I was given the name Paris at birth. So far, I've lived up to it; or rather, down to it. Too pretty, too unfocused, too easy a target. My father even tried to sacrifice me. And then I was saved by a beautiful, haunted man. Mac is a reaper; he delivers lost souls. But when he came for mine, I wouldn't let go. And now I can hear other souls too. I can help him. Love him, if he'll let me.

I was supposed to bring balance. That's what my name—Atlas—means. It feels more like being torn apart. Between good and evil, Nature and Chaos. Always running after or from something. Including a certain coyote shifter who wants to rip me limb from limb. I'd rather he shred my kilt and do other things to me. But alas, shouldering fate keeps getting in the way.