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Bought by the Wyvern

I’m a creature of possession. What is mine, remains mine. Forever.

Years ago, a servant girl fled my palace after a… let’s call it “regrettable incident”. Tonight, I find her standing on a bride market block, selling what’s left of herself to the highest bidder.

An amusing turn of fate. The other monsters never stand a chance. A wyvern always reclaims his property.

I pay an obscene fortune, and when she looks at me with delicious defiance in her eyes, I tell her the simple truth: I’m not buying a wife, I’m buying a servant to return her to her rightful place.

Now she’s trapped in my gilded cage, and her hatred is the most exquisite torture. She thinks she’s my prisoner, but she has no idea. Having her hate me under my own roof is a luxury I’ve earned and a pain I plan to savor.

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Prize for the King

Princess Caliane is convinced she'll die. Her castle’s gates are torn open, her father, the king, bound and gagged on his throne, and in his throne room stands the Tyrant. His skin is gray, his teeth sharp, his hands tipped with black claws. When he smiles like a predator scenting prey, her stomach roils with terror.

The monster forces her to choose: her father’s life for her hand in marriage.

Nothing in the soft, demure life of a royal princess has prepared Caliane for being a wife to a beast. His manners are abrupt, his language crude, and his silver eyes shine with wit. During the brutal journey to his kingdom where humans are reviled, she is passed from warrior to warrior like chattel.

The Tyrant has three knights—and they share everything.

As she moves farther away from home, she must untangle the mess of her painful upbringing, decide whom to trust and what to fight for. The princess might not have the strength to wield a sword, but her mind is sharp, and her monstrous husband and knights, terrifying though they seem, might turn out to be exactly what she needs.

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Bought by the Keres

Most people go mad when they hear a Keres’s death screech. Me? I was already mad.

I came to the city of monsters to trade away the visions tormenting me. One deal, then I’d be free. One deal, and I'd leave the land of the dead behind.

Then Phonos found me.

This massive, winged warrior looks at me as if I’m the answer to every prayer he’s never dared to speak. His death-scream should drive me into a murderous frenzy, but to me, it’s music. And for him, I make the most dangerous choice of my life.

I enter the bride market.

He claims me with the ferocity of a death god. His wings cage me in, his talons a promise of protection no one else ever dared to give. In his arms, I’m not feared, or insane. I’m worshipped.

But for the first time since my gift awakened, I can't see my fate. I can't see his. And in a city where only the death-touched survive, that blindness might be more dangerous than any vision.

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Bought by the Raven King

OLWEN

I've been faking a pulse for three months. Faking warmth. Faking breath. Counting petals to remind my heart how to beat, and how easily it could forget.

At the Bride Market, a wolf's heat nearly burns through my borrowed life. So I choose the monster in the corner instead. The one made of shadow and frost. The one they only whisper about.

The Raven King buys me with funeral coins and says he's purchasing my silence. I don't tell him I'm already dead. I don't tell him his cold is the first thing that hasn't hurt since I clawed my way out of the ground.

I just need to keep pretending long enough to vanish.

CADOR

I see the living. I see the dead. I see the ones trying very hard not to be either.

My new bride is none of them. A void where a soul should glow. A silence shaped like a woman. My ravens call her sister, and perhaps I should fear her.

I don't. She's hiding something impossible, and she's exhausted from holding it alone. I want to know what happens when she finally lets herself rest.

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Pre-order Morgath the Skullreaper

Audrey Griffin’s life has been a fifteen-year countdown to vengeance. To deliver the justice her slaughtered family was denied, she’ll offer herself as a tribute, a lamb walking into the lion’s den. Her mission: get into the bed of the one orc she holds responsible – Morgath the Skullreaper – and kill him in his sleep.

Morgath, a powerful mage forced into the role of captain, despises the human world he’s trapped in. For years, he forbade his warriors from taking human mates, but now his horde is turning on him. To prevent a rebellion, he must do the one thing he loathes: take a human bride to secure his position. He’ll trust the skull he wears to mask his distaste when he’s forced to look upon her.

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