My fate as a woman is to become bed sport. If I’m lucky, I’ll die quickly. The world of Protheka is not kind to the humans who were brought to it. Dark Elves treat us as objects for their basest pleasures. We exist to fulfill their darkest desires. Out of this filthy existence, I come to feel a forbidden emotion. Love. It is dangerous to love in this nightmare world. But I can’t help loving the Archduke Karl Ishiraya who purchased my existence with the wave of his hand. He can do with me as he pleases. Treat me in any way he desires. I am prepared for the pain. I have steeled myself for the suffering. But the one thing he seeks for both him and I may be the hardest to attain and the cruelest to bear in this twisted nightmare world. Happiness.

I’m nothing more than a plaything. My life is worthless. That’s a basic truth that all human women on Protheka are reminded of daily. Imagine an innocent daughter following her dad to his work as the head groundskeeper for a Dark Elf noble. This young woman is curious and stumbles into a room she doesn't belong in. A Dark Elf sees her, and his desires inflamed, he literally takes her from her dad. That was me. Taken and locked away to be used to satisfy the basest of Haftar's desires. Now I’m trapped in a society that prizes casual brutality and the amoral pursuit of pleasure. Where human life means nothing and is snuffed out for sport. The Dark Elf is my master in this twisted world of nightmares. But that’s not the worst horror I have to experience at his hands. The truly terrifying thing about Haftar isn't that he's evil. It's that the more evil he shows me... The more I fall in love with him.

The most I can aspire to in my life is to be someone else’s toy. The best I can hope for is that I please whoever holds the title to my deed enough that I get to live another day. Although honestly, death would be a relief from my life most days. All that changes when the Dark Elf, Thirion, steals me from the Orcs. Does it matter though who owns me? Orc or Dark Elf – the outcome will be the same. I will desecrated for someone else’s enjoyment. But Thirion seems…different. He heals me. He soothes the scars from my past. He shows me how to be happy. And he does this with no malice. Because this Dark Elf wants a title over me that he cannot buy with coin or sword. What title does he want, you ask? Not Owner. But rather...Beloved.

I just need to survive. It doesn’t matter what these Dark Elves do. I will survive. The Dark Elves are vile. But I’m tired. And hungry. The orphans that I take care of are even hungrier than me. I’m desperate. I’ll do anything to feed them. That’s exactly what the Dark Elf Commander they call Karish is expecting. That I’ll be his filthy human toy so that I can save what’s left of my town that the Orc’s didn’t destroy. What neither of us is expecting is how our spirits will collide and fuse together. How in trying to desecrate me, he’ll open himself up to my own twisted affections. Two broken people. Playing with the fires of affection. Karish and I will rock Dark Elf society to the core. And their society, built on violence and degradation will deal with a weapon it has never encountered. Love. Author's This is a fantasy dark fae monster romance that has several dark themes but also a HEA and no cliffhanger!

I’ve let a monster into my home. And I'll never let him go. I’ve lived in a dangerous forest by myself for most of my life in an effort to protect myself from the fate of other human women in the Dark Elf cities. Until one day a Dark Elf noble ended up near death at my door. I knew it was foolish to help him. That it was dangerous to nurse him back to health and spend time with him. And how stupid it was to fall in love with him. In that moment I gave him my love, he took my body and my soul. I was no longer safe. I was at the mercy of a predator. But there was something this evil being did not consider would happen after I had given him my heart. What was it? That he had given me his in return.

As a human, I’m nothing more than someone else’s property. That’s the most a woman can hope for in this hell called Protheka. I’ll always have a master. I just pray to the gods for one that doesn't touch me. But what will happen when I hold the key that will change my new master’s life? When I harbor the secret that will give him his heart's deepest desires and take mine away? Will his newfound wealth and power lead him to forget me? Or worse, will his past catch up with us? I know I'll always protect him, but I don't expect him to risk everything for me. That is until I realize he's given me something that ties us together. Something he didn't even realize he had to give. His heart.

I wanted to protect everyone from monsters. But I became one instead. In a world where every human exists for the pleasure of the dark elves I couldn't sit idly by as they tormented us, taking more when we had nothing else to give. I exploded. I ripped apart their world–and mine–in a flurry of ash. And I found myself locked up, the object of a spectacle. What I thought was my prison turned out to be my escape. Who I thought was my captor turned out to be my soulmate. Zelvek sees me for more than I am. Not a human. Not bedsport. But an equal. A woman. And not just any woman. But a woman to love.

I’ve come to a house of torture and fear… …And there is where I will find everlasting love. Standing at my auction, I wondered if my new royal master would use me for his cruel delights. But when I become a discarded gift, I worry I’ll be sent back to a life worse than before. To stay, I’ll debase myself with no shame. Turns out, Duke Raleigh has a need for me to regain his strength in magic. But as I work to strengthen his body, he brings my soul to life. I don't realize I've fallen for him, though, until I learn of his intentions to marry another woman. And I can’t watch him love her as I pine for him. But Raleigh won’t let me go. Not that it would matter. Because my body may one day be set free from him. But my heart will never be.

His gaze promised to break me… …but it was his touch that ruined me for all other men. I’ve always heard that my values and convictions are useless on Protheka. How they’d be ripped from me, like everything else. I just didn’t want to be used. All that changed when my sister fell ill. To save her, I sold my soul. Now I belong to a monster. What I never expected was to fall for such a brutal dark elf like Keillon. His violence is terrifying - and I’ve come to love it. Because with Keillon, I know I’ll always be safe on this dread world. No one will lay a hand on me as long as he lives. They just need to know that I am his. Not his pet. Not his sport. No. I am his mate.

My life is to be a toy for a Dark Elf. The only escape from the shame is death. They are monsters. Hypnotically beautiful, yet so evil. I let Ryn lead me to his bed. I gave him every part of me. He took it. Then...dumped me on the cold stone floor like a piece of trash. Used. Despoiled. Spent. There is nothing left of me but a husk of a body. The Dark Elf has taken it all. Some human women would never recover. Others would flee. But not me. Because as much as I try to deny him, every time I see him I become his. I’ve given this monster everything. Even my heart. Now it’s time to hope that he claims it. Author's Note: This dark fae monster romance is set in Protheka. It's dark and delicious but has a HEA!

What am I to do when my prey becomes my predator... ...And I enjoy it? Kidri is a fierce warrior but he has a dark side even his Prince doesn't know about. When he takes me away from Emberforge, I fear I won't be able to escape him. But the chase is what we both want. And as he hunts me through the woods, I find I want to be caught. I want to be his prey. To be devoured. In me, Kidri has met his match. My sword arm is as good as his, but that's not what draws him to me. We are twin fires. Ready to burn the world down together. Protheka isn't ready for the destruction we can unleash. But we’re not going to risk our lives to rule the world. We've found something more valuable than power. Love.

As a human on Protheka, I have three uses. Laborer. Bedsport. Entertainment. …and I’ve just outlived all of them. I’m too defiant to please my male customers. With a broken body and unyielding spirit, the dark elves are ready to rid themselves of me. But just before my miserable existence is ended, a dark elf named Etheron takes me as a servant for his house. Am I saved? Or have I been doomed to a new form of torment? A new toy for my master to break. No. Etheron has got a secret. He likes my fire when no dark elf should tolerate it. Many call the him mad, and maybe he is. But there’s only one thing that tames that bloodlust. Me. I’m the only one that doesn’t fear him. My mate may be dangerous, but he’s no danger to me. I’m different from the rest. Why? Because I’m his.

The dark elves ripped everything from me. Now, I have nothing left to lose. On Protheka, the elves rule through fear. They take away our homes, our families, our freedom. They want to break us. Instead, they’ve created a monster in me. They want to see the world burn? I’ll show them real fire. I don’t expect to survive my attacks on the dark elf buildings. But Alastair surprises me. He’s supposed to be a ruthless Commander. Instead, he shows me one thing I thought was long gone. Love. Our bond isn’t enough in this cruel world, though. Not when Alastair’s father is his overseer. He’ll have to choose. Follow orders or protect me? It’s no contest. Because there’s one thing more important to Alastair than control. One thing that drives him more than his father’s fury. And I’m the only one that has it. My heart.

I outran my master. But I can’t outrun fate. I was desperate for my freedom. In my haze, I made a decision that would change my life forever. I collapsed on a dark elf soldier’s doorstep. But Lavin doesn’t throw me in a cell. He gives me a bed, food, and medicine. I think for once I am safe. But soon I realize, a pretty prison is still a prison. Even if its walls are gilded with affection and it’s locked by love…it’s still a prison. If I’m careful though, I can find a way to escape. Then the only question I will have for myself is whether I want to be free and lonely? Or a happy prisoner of love?

A monster nearly kills me. But an even crueler creature saves me. On the hell world of Protheka, my family is owned by a vicious dark elf. What I haven’t bargained for is how close I’ve grown to him. Or how frantic I am to save him when he is attacked. It’s only when I almost lose him that I realize I’ve given him more than I intended. Not just servitude. But love as well. But will our budding romance survive when we return back home? Or will the pressures of his caste crush us before it can bloom? Maybe I’m foolish, but I believe he’s set his sights on a new goal than inflicting pain. Something that will bring him much more intense pleasure. What is it? My heart.