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🥀Heat licks up my bones and into the surrounding skin, my groan of pleasure joining Damaris's low growl of desire. However, his lips stay as gentle as his grip on my waist, allowing me to choose how far this will go. My throat rumbles as I purr from his hand slowly trailing up my arm to the side of my neck. My head clouds from the tingling sensation sparking along my flesh, a moment rich like the heady scent of roses and abruptly dashed by the sound of running feet.🌹 (🥉Third Place Best Male Protagonist Award, The Booker Awards) 🐺A fantasy world filled with magic and adventure 🗡 📜The secondary language is Latin🗝 The four walls of the twisting tower was her sanctuary. The one place in the dark woods that Ivaine has called home for most of her life. For twelve long years it has been just her, an almost lonely existence if not for the birds, squirrels, and other creatures that roam the seemingly lifeless wood. A life of quiet that she enjoys, until her world comes crashing down in a blur of smoke and fear. As monsters of fur and fangs descend upon the woods and fill the air with the stench of blood and shrieks of the dying. Like the forest creatures she runs for her life and hides in the ruins of a stone cave. Until a monster finds her, golden eyes rimmed with red. A black wolf that changes before her frightened eyes, leaving a young man in its place. A single word will leave her lips, sealing her fate amongst the ashes of her past. Thus setting in motion the unwinding of all she has known and forgotten. Loved ones she has once lost, will come back as the impending battle for the lands of Europa draws near. While a dangerous sorceress plots to outwit her death, a demise that has been foretold for centuries.
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