As a phoenix, I'm used to burning hot and rising from the ashes. That's why I chose to make my living as a world-class thief. Some say it's dangerous. I call it fun. Or it is until someone beats me to my latest mark, stealing the prize and killing a fae duke in the process. To add insult to injury, I get blamed for the gruesome murder. With my freedom on the line, I've got three options. One, confess my failure and spend a few centuries as the caged pet of my sadistic, bloodsucking client. Nope. Two, take the blame and let the hotter-than-hell grim reaper take me to jail. Also a hard nope, unless he sweetens the deal with an offer to burn up the sheets. Is it any wonder I choose door number three? I've got to find the real killer, steal back the goods, and remind everyone how I got my reputation as the world's best "acquirer" in the first place. There's just one problem. That sexier-than-sin grim reaper I mentioned?