Scene 2 · Fantasy romance
Crown of Ash
“They call him the monster who devours the tithe brides. I walked up the road to give myself to him anyway.”
Heat: scorching · possessive tithe-bride claiming
The grey sickness is killing Maeve’s quarter, and the only medicine in the world runs in the veins of the immortals on the hill. Their price is a bride a generation, given to the Ash Wolf: the deposed prince the Court keeps like a caged blade. Maeve is a healer. She has buried too many. So she offers the one thing the Court will trade a cure for. Herself.
Kaelen Vorr was supposed to be a nightmare. Instead he is cold, and careful, and furious that they have handed him a woman to ruin. He will not touch her. He bleeds for her patients because she asks him to. He steps between her and the Regent’s smile without seeming to move. And the longer she lives in his ashen halls, the more she understands that everything the legends told her was a lie.
The tithe was never a sacrifice. A standalone fantasy romance with a guaranteed happily-ever-after. For adult readers.
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