Desiring someone’s body is very different from falling in love. In her line of work, the two must never be confused. She doesn’t even know his name! He’s simply The Jackal, a terrifyingly powerful sex mage, and she’s his altar. Her lust fuels him. He needs it. And that puts her in control. This is supposed to be about making magic—that’s it. Feelings have no place in a mage’s temple. Affection is a curse. But when the enemy decides she’ll make the perfect weapon to steal the Jackal’s power, what’s she supposed to do? After all, she’s just a stupid girl caught in the middle. Her job is to just lie back and take it. Except, someone’s been lying. It might even be her.