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Zalie:
I’ve spent my life hiding on our quiet farm, keeping my dangerous plant magic buried in the dirt.
Now our boundary wards are breaking, and nightmare creatures are rising from the wheat fields, ripping away the memories of everyone I love.
To save my people, I’m forced to make a deal with the territory’s fiercest warrior.
Kalthor Wildstorm is seven feet of raw muscle, wicked battle-scars, and terrifying, lethal control.
He takes over my land, claims my kitchen, and commands me like he owns the ground I walk on.
He’s supposed to be my weapon against the monsters, but every accidental brush of his skin lights a dark, reckless fire between us.
Instead of keeping my distance, I’m daring him to cross the line and take everything I have left.
Kalthor:
I’m a warlord built for one thing: bloody obedience to my clan.
I expected a fragile human farmer when I marched onto Bouchier land.
Instead, I find a stubborn witch tangled in deadly thorns, glaring up at my tusks without a shred of fear.
She defies my orders, mocks my authority, and makes my blood boil in ways that have nothing to do with battle.
When we’re forced into a forbidden blood ritual to survive the horde, our minds lock together—and the fierce, untamed want radiating from her destroys the last bit of my restraint.
I swore to protect this valley with my life.
Now, my dark, dangerous instincts are screaming for only one prize: to pin her down and make her mine.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
I’ve spent my life hiding on our quiet farm, keeping my dangerous plant magic buried in the dirt.
Now our boundary wards are breaking, and nightmare creatures are rising from the wheat fields, ripping away the memories of everyone I love.
To save my people, I’m forced to make a deal with the territory’s fiercest warrior.
Kalthor Wildstorm is seven feet of raw muscle, wicked battle-scars, and terrifying, lethal control.
He takes over my land, claims my kitchen, and commands me like he owns the ground I walk on.
He’s supposed to be my weapon against the monsters, but every accidental brush of his skin lights a dark, reckless fire between us.
Instead of keeping my distance, I’m daring him to cross the line and take everything I have left.
Kalthor:
I’m a warlord built for one thing: bloody obedience to my clan.
I expected a fragile human farmer when I marched onto Bouchier land.
Instead, I find a stubborn witch tangled in deadly thorns, glaring up at my tusks without a shred of fear.
She defies my orders, mocks my authority, and makes my blood boil in ways that have nothing to do with battle.
When we’re forced into a forbidden blood ritual to survive the horde, our minds lock together—and the fierce, untamed want radiating from her destroys the last bit of my restraint.
I swore to protect this valley with my life.
Now, my dark, dangerous instincts are screaming for only one prize: to pin her down and make her mine.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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