"I will obey you. Serve you. Heal for you. Die for you-if that's what you want. I'll be loyal only to you until the day you decide I'm no longer useful." The firelight danced across his physique as his face stayed still. "I could make you do all those things as we speak." His voice was laced with threat. "You could," Silvia said clutching her hands to fists, "but not ever without a fight." ------------------------- When Silvia's village is burned, the survivors are dragged to the war camp of Lord Varric-a ruthless warlord whose name is spoken like a curse. She appears broken and obedient, but her eyes are sharp, her mind unyielding. His men are forbidden to touch the enslaved women of her village-not out of mercy, but because they are coin to be sold. Desperate to protect her people, Silvia breaks free one night, only to be struck down before Varric's eyes. She survives through the power of her healing-and learns quickly that his men's crimes don't seem to sway him. With nothing left to offer in return for her villages protection, Silvia pledges herself-her body, her gift, her loyalty-to the man who destroyed everything she loved. An oath of loyalty, fear and unshakable resolve. Lord Varric accepts, not out of compassion, but calculation, keeping her close as a weapon, a healer, and a mind to sharp to waste. Yet even under his cold command, Silvia refuses to break. And behind her quiet defiance, Varric finds himself torn-driven to crush it, yet unable to look away from it. A dark fantasy romance of war, loyalty, and the perilous line between ruin and desire. #1 lord ~ 29.07.25 #1 forbiddenlove ~ 23.08.25 #7 hatelove ~ 03.09.25 #1 powers ~ 04.09.25 #1 enslavement ~ 28.09.25 #1 enemiestolovers ~09.10.25 #2 medieval ~ 03.11.25 #1 enemies ~ 20.11.25 #1 middleages ~ 17.04.2026 #9 darkfantasy ~ 16.07.2026 #3 fantasy ~ 19.07.2026

Help him!? Help the prince of the kingdom that locked me up? Joining that man is the second last thing I want to do. The very last thing is to go back to the cell they've held me in for years. That's the deal the dark, intimidating prince offers me - use my curse to his benefit, and I'll be granted my freedom. What the prince doesn't know is that I made a vow - a vow to never harm anyone with my curse again. I agree to his bargain, but I must escape his grasp before I'm expected to fulfill my end. But escape isn't easy when the prince refuses to take his eyes off me. He's the first man to see beyond my curse, to see the girl beneath who just wants to belong. With time, I too learn to see past his frightening uniform and prestigious titles. My heart aches over the secrets I'm forced to keep from him, secrets that will bring his whole world crashing down.

Julia is on the run, fleeing for her life. An army of vampires ravage her country, plundering villages and enslaving their occupants. With the vampire horde closing in, Julia is forced to abandon her home and head south with the hope of reuniting with her brother. There they will build a new farm and live in safety. But one vampire lord has a different plan for her future. He tracks her down and takes her captive. No matter how hopeless her situation, she never gives up, risking her life to regain her freedom. He forces her down, punishing her when her defiant spirit hinders his mission. It soon becomes clear that she's nothing like the human soldiers he's used to dealing with. A sense a guilt begins to grow whenever he upsets the girl who both fears and leans into him for protection. Julia and the vampire lord are connected in ways they had never known. Their lives become entangled, bringing them to make decisions they would've never thought possible. Extract from Chapter 1: He unsheathes his blade, and I suddenly wish that he'd go back to poking me. He's going to cut me while I can't move? To torture me? I start to panic again. "No, no, no." I yank on the restraints, and the rope bites into my skin. I pull and pull and try to shuffle away from him. He presses the blade against my neck, and I freeze. "Fearful," he says. I catch a glimpse of his freakishly long canines. The edge of the blade presses on my skin, just enough not to draw blood.