Cursed to live as a raven, Imala Chogan yearns for freedom. Jaggar Martin might be her unwanted savior—at the cost of his humanity. Imala Chogan From the day my tribe was cursed by a rival shaman 200 years ago, my life has been nothing but a dreary, loveless existence. The one day I can shed my raven form, I'm reminded all over of the pain and loss of those I had to leave behind. I will never subject myself to that kind of agony again—even if it swaggers in with a ridiculous Stetson hat and talks with a cute, southern drawl. Besides, what man would want to be with me when they learn of my past? Jaggar Martin A fresh start sounded good, especially after the horror I’d witnessed—and created—while in the military. Keeping a steady job working for Revan Chogan, having a roof over my head, and putting an end to the blood-soaked nightmares is my version of heaven. Enter Imala, who’s gorgeous, sharp-tongued, and cold like frigid icicles. I think she’s warming up to me, though. If she ever gets a glimpse of what I keep buried deep inside, will she love me—or hate me?