If they don’t kill each other, the forest will.

Willful and daring, Lady Colette dreams of finding true love with a man who can handle her wild nature without dominating her. Those dreams come crashing down when her doting father decides it’s high time she settle down and marry a weakling lord who could never inspire her passion. While enjoying her final hunt as a free woman, Colette throws caution to the wind and chases her quarry into the dark and forbidding forest known only as “The Twist”. 

Wyvern-rider, Sven, has one thing on his mind: capture the beautiful huntress he’s been watching and get her back to his mountain home. Then he can resume his bid to become his clan’s next chieftain. Just as he gets his opportunity, a dagger across his chest alerts him that his would-be-bride possesses far more spirit than he bargained for, but not more than he’s willing to take on.

Stranded together in one of the most dangerous places in the world, a lady and a barbarian find themselves at the mercy of each other as much as the labyrinthian terrain they must escape. Tension grows thick even as time runs short, for something malevolent lurks in the shadows.

She remembered how tightly those arms had held her in the water, not giving her an inch. Apparently, not all men were so easily vanquished.

“I’m sorry for today,” Sven muttered. “I didn’t know.”

“And if you had?”

“I would have been…kinder.”

Yesterday, she would have scoffed at that. Now? Listening to the soft timbre of his voice and lying snugly in his embrace, Colette believed him. Something pleasant unfolded in her chest. Peace. She cleared her throat and curled deeper against his warmth.

“Well, I still would have broken your nose.”

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He’ll mark her flesh. She’ll claim his heart.

Always the dutiful daughter, Lady Joselyn is weeks away from marrying a rival lord in order to secure the future of her father’s house. However, she suddenly finds herself in the clutches of an ancient beast she’s only ever heard of in legends. More terrifying than that is the beast’s master, a wild man who insists Joselyn is his bride by right, and plans to seal his claim in blood.

Wyvern-rider, Hollen, has finally captured the woman of his dreams, though he quickly learns waiting for her was less than half the battle. His new bride wants nothing to do with him and Hollen knows he only has one chance to change her mind. To win her over, he’ll do whatever he must, even if it means keeping secrets.

Their wills pitted against each other, Joselyn will go to any lengths to free herself from this savage and fulfill her marital contract. Her father’s life depends upon it. But even as she plots her escape, Joselyn begins to wonder if one can also be bound by a duty to their own heart.

“In blood I claim you. In blood you receive me.”

She looked at him then. His brown eyes were fixed upon her, his expression neither troubled nor triumphant. Rather it was filled with longing, as though she held in her hands the power to grant or deny him everything he had ever hoped for. Though she lay against her will, half exposed before this man, she had the sudden impression that it was he who was at her mercy. 

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She never thought to find love. He never thought to keep it.

Sold to whoremasters by her own husband, Tysha flees into the night, pursuers hot on her trail. For once in her life, the merciless gods take pity on her and deliver her to a protector, a quiet man who is as wild as he is noble. Near him, Tysha’s long-dormant heart awakens, drawing ever closer, even as she senses him burying his own.  

Obligated to choose a bride for himself, Erik has spent weeks in half-hearted pursuit of a woman. Any woman will do, just so long as he can easily say goodbye to her. However, a turn of fate binds him to a mysterious woman who is as lovely as her green eyes are haunting. To lose himself to her would cost him everything he holds dear: his family, his home, his purpose. Though with each passing day the scales begin to balance, and Erik is less certain which price is higher.

In the medieval world of Sestoria, along the frigid peaks of looming mountains, a man and woman will learn both the reward and price of unconditional love. 

I should let her go.

He didn’t. He held her even tighter, his arms in open rebellion. She didn’t whimper, didn’t stir. There was no sign of the turmoil that had haunted her as she lie curled against him.

Erik’s face drifted forward until he felt her wild, stray hair tickling his face. A sense of giddiness overtook him as he breathed in her scent. Had he ever felt this way? So content? So alive? So terrified?
He was like an orphan that had lived a life destitute, only to be plucked from the streets and plunged into the warmth of a loving family. For all the pleasure and contentment of this moment, thoughts of returning to his old life, of losing her, made his stomach clench.

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