They’re coming.
Monsters Three.
It’s Monsters Night and they’re after me.
One has claws.
One has fangs.
The third is terror incarnate, and it’s me he’ll claim.
I said the curse.
Three names of Blood.
A dedication. A desecration.
Nemmus. Nefarus. And Nood.
I wanted my enemies dead.
I wanted reve...
Ribbons are fascinating.
They curl and twine, yet unravel so beautifully.
Especially when wrapped around a woman’s sensual form.
Alas, I’ve woven so many intricate knots around Camillia De la Croix that I worry she’ll never allow me the privilege of untying her.
My pretty little captive is stubbor...
“I’ll never trust you.”
The words resonate in my very soul.
They make me feel like death.
Of course, I can’t actually die.
I would just burn to ash and wake up again with the same damn problem swirling around in my heart and mind.
My inner beast thinks it has imprinted on a Halfling Hell Fae.
Witho...
“Why am I naked and tied to a chair?”
Because you’re in Hell, little rebel. My hell.
Camillia De la Croix isn’t human.
She’s a Halfling Hell Fae with a fiery spirit and a will that refuses to break.
The rebellious beauty escaped my dungeon.
Fled Hell.
Then f*cked off to Fae only knows where.
Now...
Welcome to the Hell Fae Realm, a place where only the strong survive.
My parents made a deal with the devil and now I’m a Hell Fae Captive.
Enslaved. Owned. Thrown to the Hellhounds and expected to survive.
Because only survivors earn their mates.
It doesn’t matter that I don’t want to be a bride...
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