Series: Wicked Retellings #1
Release Date: Mar 26th, 2024
SLEEPING BEAUTY x HADES & PERSEPHONE
Tarian Hadez—thirty-three, real estate mogul, mob lord, most eligible bachelor in New England, god. The god-part is an exaggeration. After all, if true deities existed, then the world would be a magical place, and it's really not. At least, my world isn't.
Calanthe Bloom. That's me. Twenty-four, college graduate drowning in debt, true crime addict, florist by default, single by design. Although not living my best life, l'm enthusiastically pursuing it. Especially, in my dreams, which, since a recent flower-delivery snafu, all feature none other than lethally private Tarian.
Oh, the things he does to me when I sleep.
Wickedly surreal.
Except... are they?
Enter a world of gods and monsters where dreams are made of flesh. My Dark Beast is a standalone paranormal romance brimming with spice and intrigue.
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“You shouldn’t have done that, Calamity.”
Her heart misses a beat, and her eyes dart around my boardroom. Doesn’t she realize that her only escape from me is waking up? Not that it will be much of an escape, because the second she vanishes, I’ll bring her right back.
“Shouldn’t have done what? Kissed you? We’re both consenting adults, aren’t we?” Her husky pitch coupled with her cute insolence curves my mouth.
As I straighten, I fist her hair. Uncertainty widens her pupils and vibrates her wet lips. Oh, to drive my tongue back through them. To hear them stretch around my name. To watch them glide down my chest and wrap around my weeping c*ck. To slicken them, not with my kisses but with my c*m.
I trace the crease of her ear with my thumb, eliciting another shiver. “Have you never heard of the myth of Pandora?”
Her uneasy gaze slams back into mine—steady and unwavering. “Who hasn’t?”
“What happened when she opened that legendary box?”
“All hell broke loose.”
“Correct.”
Her head rears back, or attempts to. My grip on her locks is too punitive to allow her much leeway. “Are you saying you’re about to unleash hell because I kissed you, Hades?”
“I’m saying that you just pried open a box that was safer left sealed.”
Calanthe Bloom quirks a brow, evidently impervious to the rot lurking beneath my flesh. Ironic, considering she’s experienced my brand of evil firsthand. “Is the box a euphemism for your mouth?”
I ferry over a dark smile. “You shouldn’t have let me taste your lips.”
“Which ones?”
My delight deepens. My thirst, too. I trace her collarbone, first with my eyes, then with my fingers. My knuckles come to rest in that marvelous hollow before traveling up the center of her throat, soaking up each brisk swallow. I want to spread her on the boardroom table and feast on every inch of her but settle on licking her mouth before bruising it with another kiss.
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