Life was hell under the Dark Elves. And then the demons came. And it somehow got even worse. They raided our town in a vicious magical battle, killed the Dark Elves and took the humans. I couldn’t do a damn thing when they took my sister away. Then the leader of the invaders set his gaze on me. A monster so cruel and so perfect that to look on him was to cry in sadness and desire. He made me a bargain. He'd help me find my sister and get her out of Hell. In return, he would get...me. I’ll do whatever it takes. Give him whatever he wants. No price is too high. Not even my heart. Author's Note: This is a dark fantasy monster romance set in Protheka. Some themes in this book require caution but it has a HEA and no cliffhangers.

In my world, love is a luxury. Living on the dread world of Protheka is bad. But after being stolen from it, I thought my life was over. The demons love to kill and torture. That's what I thought was in store for me. But Kha’zeth shows me that's not the case. He has a firm hand and a gentle heart. And can soothe me and make me combust all at once. But when his carefully guarded secrets come out, I flee his home. I can't take the heartbreak again. I picked wrong men in the past who hurt me. This time could kill me. Only Kha’zeth won't give up on me. He won’t give any other demon a chance to take me. He won’t let me go. Because he will never let anything or anyone hurt his woman. And more importantly. Hurt his unborn child. Author's Note: This is a full length fantasy monster romance featuring a human woman and demon warrior. It has a HEA!

She worships her gods. But no god can protect her from me. I am the demon Volikan. Battle hardened and cruel, my berserker rage is feared through all planes of existence. And yet I am ripped from the battlefield by my king to play house with a tiny human woman half my size. I am enraptured by her beauty. My body is drawn to her in a way it has never been in the countless eons I’ve been alive. I don’t know why. She’s tiny. She’s loud. And she’s not afraid of me. I will not succumb to her feminine charms. I will not be swayed to mate with her and trade in my flame swords for baby bibs. Then why is the only thing I can think about the softness of her eyes? Her smell. Her touch. And how much I want us to be a family?