She invited the darkness in, so she had no one else to blame…when I came for her. It was a sinister game of submission. The Hunt. She’d run. I’d chase. And when I caught her... Primal. Untamed. Merciless. I’ve been watching her. Stalking her. I will become the beast from her darkest fantasies. Hunting her from behind a stag’s mask made of bone. Preying on her secret need for primal play. I should be protecting her, but I’m not. Instead… I am a Heathen. And she is an innocent who chose this. And if she made a mistake? If she wants to try and escape me? Escape The Hunt? It’s far too late. She’s mine now. Run.

The first time I meet him, he is the hunter and I am the prey. The second time I see him, the reaper is knocking on my door. The third time, I am told he will be my husband. Every time we meet after that, I question if he will be my enemy or my lover. He says he’ll teach me the rules and consequences to this world of ours. It’s a dark place of give and most definitely take. And as my future husband, he’s supposed to protect me at all costs from the shadows that threaten my family. But am I ever truly safe when I’m with him? Or with them? Masked men tasked to watch over me. Stalk me. Rarely leaving my side. If he can’t always be the hunter, he makes sure they can. I may be able to run from one, secretly enjoying the primal chase. But when there are three… Primal Play Dark Romance Stalking Masked Men Why Choose Obsession Polyamorous

No body, no crime. That’s what they say on Heathens Hollow, where the line between desire and obsession blurs with each tide. I return to my family’s isolated island estate to recover, to heal. To escape the prison my life has become. The maze calls to me with its twisting pathways and secrets buried beneath the soil. And so do they. Two men, tangled in a storm of their own making. Damiano, the groundskeeper who knows every hidden path through the maze. Flint, the bartender whose eyes hold truths about the island I’m not ready to face. Former lovers. Current enemies. Both now inexplicably tied to me. As The Hunt approaches, Heathens Hollow’s most dangerous ritual begins. Masked pursuers. Willing prey. Ancient traditions that care nothing for outsiders. Some things should stay buried in Heathens Hollow. But on this island, secrets always find their way to the surface. 𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗦: Primal Play Why Choose Enemies to Lovers Touch Her and Die Masked Men Stalking MMF Dark Romance