Dark Champion (Flirting with Monsters #4) - Eva Chase Page 0,107

carrying through the wall. “Who’s ready to take this prick down?”

As the equines and Flint shared their observations and we discussed our final strategy, I gathered all my gear. Tonight’s target was a prick supreme—not just a collector but a hunter as well, keeping the rarest of his catches while selling the others. I was looking forward to sending that mansion of his up in flames. And the trinkets I pilfered would let us enjoy all our other indulgences while paying those who deserved it.

When the street was fully dark beyond the windows, we set off with a wave good-bye and a “Ditto!” to Vivi. I slunk through the night, melding with the shadows nearly as well as my companions did.

They might be invisible, but I felt their presence all around me, their goals and their love entwined with mine like the metals on the rings they’d chosen. Tomorrow, we’d celebrate the start of the next year in my life. Tonight, we were meting out justice for those who couldn’t claim it on their own.

Just call me the Robin Hood of monster emancipation. And now that I had my band of merry men, our future together would be both legendary and endless.

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Thank you so much for coming along with me on this rollicking ride with Sorsha and her monstrous men! I hope you’ve had every bit as much fun reading their story as I had writing it. :)

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If you loved Omen’s growly passion, Thorn’s stern valor, and Snap’s joyful sweetness, you won’t want to miss my new Bound to the Fae series! When four possessive wolf-shifter fae rescue a damaged young woman from captivity, she finds herself caught in a different sort of prison—one that might break her heart as well. Discover her story in Captive of Wolves!

Captive of Wolves (Bound to the Fae #1)

My blood is their salvation... and my ruin.

For years, the monsters who killed my family have held me in a cage. Brutalized and half-starved. Only kept alive so they can steal my blood.

Until one evening when four eerily gorgeous men break me out of my prison.

They give me a soft bed and delicious food. They say they'll protect me—but their generosity may come at a price.

My rescuers are monsters like my captors: fae who shift into wolves. A curse gripping the faerie realm turns them wild under the full moon. Only my blood can cure their rage.

These fearsome men need me, and not just to lift the curse. A tragedy left them outcasts, and offering me to their rulers could win them back the home and the power they lost.

No matter how kindly they treat me, no matter how their smoldering eyes and strong hands stir unfamiliar desires in both my body and my heart, their castle is just another prison. As long as I'm a prize more than a person, my life will never be my own.

I've survived this long without giving up. I won't roll over now. But how can one damaged human girl hold her own against the savage fae?

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CAPTIVE OF WOLVES

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I can always tell when they’ve come to steal my blood. It’s only those times that my captors arrive all together, the three hulking men-who-aren’t-men marching into the room that holds my cage.

When they enter on their own to shove food and water through the bars or to change my toilet bucket, they have a curt, preoccupied air as if paying me any attention bores them. The group effort gets them excited. They always come in chuckling and giving each other hearty smacks on the shoulders, congratulating themselves on a job well done before they’ve even done it.

Or maybe it’s mostly done already. I have no idea what they want my blood for or how large a part of their plans it is.

All I know is that while my entire existence here is awful, these days are the worst.

The second I hear their merry voices on the other side of the door, my fingers clench around my blanket. Every nerve in my body clangs to propel myself away from the threat. But the farthest I can go is the corners of my cage, which isn’t anywhere at all.

It’ll be over faster the more cooperative I am. And my one chance at ever getting out of this awful existence depends on me tamping