Peace is just a dance of seduction. I lured my prey in and gladly tossed the peace treaties onto my enemy’s pyres. In Panthas, we worship the glory of war. From my cage, I plotted to dethrone the vampire king—my enemy and my husband. I vowed to melt the crown he never earned. A crown my brother died for! When the vampire who assassinated my brother entered the ballroom, I aimed to slay him first. Our eyes locked, and he revealed a terrible why did my brother—the fae prince—give his magic to his killer? Forced to aid my brother’s killer, we raced to find the book the gods left behind. It held a magic that could end the wars, or, in the wrong hands, bring extinction. These are the dues I paid so that the vampire fate bound to me could save Panthas—and hopefully, one day, love would be worshiped over war. Some love stories are meant to be retold. Others should never be written. I’ll let you decide which is ours. _____________________________________________________________ To save the kingdom, they must sacrifice their hearts. A page-turning romantasy filled with forbidden desires, fated mates, hidden truths, and widespread lies. Enter the world of Panthas, where the Fae and Vampires rule over all others. For fans of Booktok's most popular romantasy books!**Perfect for fans Vampires vs. Fae!Fated matesSlow burn romanceEnemies to loversForced proximityHeroes struggling to remain worthyMorally grey charactersTired of damsel heroines? Selene doesn’t collect flowers—she crushes them in a perfume of lethal seduction. “I was never meant to be a maiden who sang songs. I’m a tempest who destroys hearts.” Love a morally grey villain? Meet one who will make you question just how dark his shades can get. “You are right, Selene, you are poisonous.” He sits on the edge of the bed. I try to edge away, but his vines dig into me. “Poisons can be mastered. I just need a small daily dose." He reaches out and slides a finger down my cheek. “A little taste.” His touch glides down my neck, then lower, between my breasts. “Every day. Eventually, I will become accustomed to it.” Forget the usual enemies-to-lovers plot. This is a love that reshapes everything. "Love is a beautiful thing. We sing praises about it; we go on adventures to hunt it down. We never talk about life after love. We never mention how our palettes go from colorful to nothing; not gray or black, or muddy tones. Just nothing. We never show the massive wound love leaves behind. We never admit the struggles we endure when we try to fill that gap. We never talk about the after, because if we did, no one would seek out love to begin with." A queen determined to dethrone her king!** “Careful; your lack of control is showing. People don’t like angry kings. That’s when they start whispering about replacing them.” His fang sinks into his bottom lip. “I know what you crave.” “A bar of soap to scrub your taste off my tongue.” I begin to applaud him. “Bravo, you figured it out.” I can’t help it. I dig further. “Add in a bottle of wine so my vision blurs. This way, I need not clearly see how insecure you are.