She buys me off a meat rack in the Dark Market. Says I’m cute. Says I’m clever. Says I invented a holiday.
I didn’t. I lied. And now I’m stuck spinning Kramptiss traditions out of thin air — while my captor turns my fake festival into a weapon of commerce, chaos, and seduction.
She''s sharper than her knives. Hotter than the spiced wine. And if I can’t keep her attention, I’ll end up rendered for parts.
So I sing. I decorate. I survive. Barely.
Until the lies go too far… and the Market decides joy is treason.
Now I’ve got a bloodthirsty mob, a cocoa riot, and a bone-throned warlord breathing down my neck.
And her? She’s still watching. Still waiting. Still licking the whipped cream off her dagger.
Let them chant. Let them burn. I’ll give them Kramptiss to remember.
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Genre: Paranormal Romance
I didn’t. I lied. And now I’m stuck spinning Kramptiss traditions out of thin air — while my captor turns my fake festival into a weapon of commerce, chaos, and seduction.
She''s sharper than her knives. Hotter than the spiced wine. And if I can’t keep her attention, I’ll end up rendered for parts.
So I sing. I decorate. I survive. Barely.
Until the lies go too far… and the Market decides joy is treason.
Now I’ve got a bloodthirsty mob, a cocoa riot, and a bone-throned warlord breathing down my neck.
And her? She’s still watching. Still waiting. Still licking the whipped cream off her dagger.
Let them chant. Let them burn. I’ll give them Kramptiss to remember.
Read on for captor-turned-partner obsession, fake traditions that accidentally spark a revolution, ritual cocoa sabotage, and a dangerously hot merchant queen who buys her man and dares him to survive it. HEA Guaranteed!
Genre: Paranormal Romance