They say the sea has a soul. His is black.

For three centuries, Malik has been bound to it. Cursed by a witch whose village he devoured, forbidden to set foot on land. Doomed to roam aboard The BloodTide, he hunts the oceans for blood and vengeance, slaughtering slavers and plundering ships to feed his immortal hunger. The waves are his prison, and the storms his only companions.

Until the pull begins.

It drags him across waters he swore never to sail again. Back toward the coast where his curse was born. And waiting there is Amara Doumbia. Chocolate-skinned and unafraid, her blood carries the one magic he cannot master. She meets his gaze without fear, her very presence striking him like sunlight after centuries of night.

But the closer he draws to her, the louder the curse whispers of ruin, of blood, of a relic that could free him…or end them both.

On these seas, love is a game played with fangs. And surrender may be the deepest bite of all.