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📚 Dark Romantasy
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Dark Romantasy
Obsidian
2025
K.F. Breene
You are mine now. Mine to play with. Mine to break.
He is secrets, danger and passion. He is forbidden sin. And now he holds the key to destroy all I hold dear. The Dark Fae prince never told me his name. Not when he tried to seduce me, and not before he purposely botched one of my jobs and stole what was mine—a dangerous relic with unlimited power. It has the ability to break kingdoms… and tear down the wall that separates the human world from the dangerous, wyld magic of the fae. He knows that I will do anything to protect my family. Even follow him beyond the wall, into his lands. Mortals aren't allowed in the Obsidian Kingdom. Those who're caught are killed…or turned into captives. Playthings of the Dark King and his royal family. That's what the prince to turn me into his toy. To play with. To break. But I'm not the kind of toy he's used to. I will play the games of lust and passion so that I can learn the rules. So that I can break them. And then I will take back what is mine and claim my revenge. Not all mortal women are delicate flowers—some have thorns.
Evermore
2026
Lore Olesya
When Paeonia flees the life others planned for her, she stumbles into a forgotten manor hidden deep within the dying woods and into the path of a brooding fae lord whose presence makes the thorns tremble. Rowan is cold, commanding, and far too powerful to be trapped in such a place. Yet something binds him to the crumbling estate and the eerie, enchanted garden that blooms and withers with his every breath. He claims she’s free to decide. But the blood bond says otherwise. The longer Paeonia stays, the more the flowers begin to stir at her touch—and the more she suspects there’s something inside the manor that doesn’t want her gone. But beneath Rowan’s sharp gaze and bitter silence, something ancient and aching begins to unfurl. And in a house where secrets grow like vines, the most dangerous thing Paeonia could do is let herself care. Because in this place, love may be the one thing the curse cannot bear.
This is a standalone, open door, dark romantasy with enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity, and slow burn.