She did not go to the Deadlands to save a monster.
She went to save her sister — and if that meant signing a blood contract with the most feared creature in existence, then that is what she would do. Alana Whitmoor is practical above all else. The Bone King is a means to an end. The court is something to survive. The contract is something to honour.
She was wrong about all of it.
Because beneath the bone and the shadow and three hundred years of silence is something she never expected to find — something raw and real and achingly human that nobody in his court has ever bothered to look for. And the longer she stays, the more she understands that the most dangerous thing in the Deadlands was never the king.
It was the moment she truly started to see him.
A Dark and spicy monster romance. Contains explicit sexual content including dubious consent. Recommended for adult readers only.
