(Pre-order for $2.99 — special pricing for readers who like their fantasy romance dark, deadly, and scorching hot! Pre-order now and lock-in this special, intro price before it increases!) I came to defeat a monster. He made me want to become one. I was supposed to be dead. Why? The magic running through my veins—magic that has been outlawed in Camelot for over ten years. But death wasn't in the cards for me. Instead, I found sanctuary in the magic land of Annwyn. There, I was forged into something a weapon trained by Merlin himself. A weapon aimed at none other than the King of Camelot, Arthur Pendragon. The golden tyrant. The witch-hunter. The beautiful monster who built his throne on the ashes of magic-users while secretly wielding forbidden power of his own. Now I've returned to Camelot disguised as Sir Lioran, a knight competing in the deadly Shadow Trials—Arthur’s elite recruitment of magic-wielding warriors. My mission is infiltrate the king's court, betray the crown, and ruin the king. My reality becomes far more complicated. Because Arthur isn't what I expected… He’s a storm hiding beneath the crown. A storm in the shape of a merciless tyrant who rules through fear. He's also dangerously perceptive—a man whose icy blue eyes see through lies as easily as he wields the dark magic he's condemned others for possessing. When Arthur drags me to the edge of obedience, the line between hatred and obsession begins to blur and I have to question my own sanity. Duty says slit his throat. Desire says taste the sin. And then there's Lancelot—Arthur's lethal knight. Sharp-eyed. Sinfully beautiful. A predator in polished armor. Lance watches me like he sees through the mask of the man—as though he's already imagining the woman beneath it. And when our paths cross behind closed doors, heat turns to hazard. My mission in Camelot might be simple. But desire is not. And in a game where magic is forbidden but essential, where every alliance is a betrayal waiting to happen, and where the greatest threat may be the passion burning between enemies, only one truth Some oaths are made to be broken. But some ruins are too beautiful to resist. Sworn To Ruin Him is a dark, super steamy romantasy where vengeance tangles with obsession. This world contains themes some may find disturbing. Meant for an adult audience. (From Arthur, the juicy bits have been edited out)The sword slid from the stone like a blade through butter—gleaming in the girl’s hands as if it had been forged for her. My hand went to my dagger. One stroke, and the problem vanished. No witnesses but the trees. Bury her deep, take the sword, rewrite the story. My kingdom. My crown. My destiny. She backed away from the lake, and I followed silently. My fingers traced the dagger’s hilt, the metal cool and familiar—a king’s tool for dirty necessities. The girl turned and collided with me. I instinctively brought my hands up to her arms, holding her in place. Her body was small, warm, pressed flush to mine. Fragile as a bird in a hunter’s grip.