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Devante (Order of the Black Knights)
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Ongoing, First published Nov 12, 2017
Mature
Cursed by the Wizard Moriel in the Middle Ages, Devante must now return to life over and over again, his murderous rage building with each new incarnation. The only thing that can save his soul is the love of the one man who was meant to be his forever,  but who he can't stop killing every time he returns. In present day New York City, he meets Micah again when he's tasked by the corrupt billionaire employer who he kills for to help Micah recover a forbidden ancient artifact. It should be simple enough to break the curse by stopping himself from murdering Micah in each lifetime, except for one big problem. Devante carries no memories of the wizard, the curse or his former lives. But worst of all? He carries no memories of Micah, either. 
This is a new installment in the popular multi-author Order of the Black Knight series. The other titles in the series  are available for purchase at all eBook retailers. Each one can be read as a standalone, but the series begins with Vespar, by Thianna Durston.
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