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Deknol has sold his soul to The Deceiver. I can see it in the powers that he now wields. Far stronger than any magic present on Protheka. It excites me. Because he will use his power to rescue me. To protect me. To pleasure me. The value of my life on Protheka is less than worthless. But when I stand next to Deknol, whose godlike powers crackle the air around him, I am a queen. His queen.

I lost my orc. But he left me with something better. One year ago, Nevarth had to leave me. I never even got a chance to say goodbye. I thought I had lost him forever. Until I felt a kick in my belly. Now a part of him lives on in his son. When I look at his son, I feel that hope. And I feel sadness at having lost Nevarth. Until the day he returns.

He died trying to protect me. Or so I thought. On a hellish Earth I created my own slice of Heaven with Agrish . . . until it was burned to the ground. Along with my safety. For the last year, I've done nothing but run. Alone. Afraid. And with a broken heart. The Burning Sun orc clan was supposed to be my refuge. But then I see him. My giant orc. Rescued and living among them. And now it's my purgatory.

I was lucky to find my soulmate. And cursed to have lost him so soon after . . . I thought Tarfu was my happy ending. Until he went missing in battle. At first I waited patiently. Then anxiously. Then finally, hopelessly. Three years have passed. Orc males in his clan begin to circle me. Looking to claim me. But if I know my mate, Tarfu will never stop till he comes back to me. He will always be searching for me. Always loving me. And when he comes through my door again, my face will break out in joy. And I'll present him a gift for finally making it back to us. Our son.

On a ruined world, I fell in love with a monster. And now he's back. Not that it matters. He is an orc warrior. I am a human woman. Amid a blasted Earth ruined by invasion, Yggy was always kind to me. His handsome face caused me to fall in love. Until one night, when I realized his love for me would lead to my death. Against all protests from my heart, I had to leave Yggy. But my orc never stopped searching for me. He never gave up. He always loved me. But when he found me, he found someone else that shocked him to his core. Our child.

The dark elf, Imris, saw me. Chased me. Won me. After I gave in . . . he left me. Not just heartbroken. But also . . . pregnant. A year later, I've moved on and am thriving. Life is hard. But good. And then Imris comes back. He says he never wanted to be sent away. That he fought to come back to me. He says he still loves me. Dare I trust him? Or is it an act? Will he leave again? Do I risk falling in love with him again? And more importantly . . . do I risk letting my kids love him too?

The dark elf will not harm my baby! I was so in love with the dark elf general. But then he went to war and died-leaving me to fend for myself. His enemies were circling and I needed to flee. To protect myself . . . and the baby growing inside of me. But his enemies lied. He never died. He came back. And was told that I had fled.

Kerym was my dark elf overseer. I gave into his charms. But when I found out I was pregnant, I knew I had to leave and go far away. He needed to grow up without fear. And Kerym? He didn't love me. Dark elves are monsters who view humans as animals. Who knew what he'd do when he found out I was pregnant. Three years have passed and I've raised my son, Jasper, without worry. Until the day my new overseer takes over the town I live in. It's Kerym. He sees me. He sees Jasper. And I know this is not a coincidence. He's been searching for us. Does he love me? Did he ever?

Only one thing keeps me from turning this world into a nightmare...and that's the angel of a woman I've fallen in love with. Her purity and beauty are the only things that soothe my tortured soul. The world fears me. It doesn't matter if you're a human, orc, or dark elf—you shrink away in terror when I come into view.

She was a forced sin servant praying for death. Until the day she decided to run—right into my arms. One touch, and I know she's mine. One taste, and I know she belongs to me. My good little human will only truly be free when she's on my tight leash.

He's a walking nightmare, and our love is a twisted dream… She's been a plaything for the dark elves for far too long. I'll kill all of them to make her mine. Their screams of agony will be replaced… By our screams of pleasure. I know that once I have her in my claws, she'll never want to leave. Yes, I terrify her. But that just makes the pleasure so much stronger. I've been a monster for so long. Now, I've found the woman who will be my mate for the rest of her life. If she surrenders, we will reign forever—our lives lost in bliss. And if she runs, her death will be quick.