Vows & Ruins (The Legends of Thezmarr, #2)

by Helen Scheuerer

Not just the raging tempest in her celadon gaze,

Lord, please not the celadon again

Althea Zoltaire had destroyed him. And it was the greatest privilege of his life.

Wilder is in looooove

Thea. I cannot be who I need to be for this with you here.’

Thea’s mouth went dry at the sight of his muscular backside and powerful thighs. She glimpsed his erection too, hard and thick, bobbing as he moved.

LMAO

‘This is where I belong,’ she murmured. ‘I couldn’t agree more.’ Wilder’s arms tightened around her, and throughout the night, he didn’t once let go.

The most mature thing I’ve read in a romantasy

Torj got to his feet with a groan. ‘We’ve got a castle to get to, if you’re done fucking each other’s brains out…’

Torj 🤍

She met his gaze across the fray, a manic grin splitting her blood-smeared face. He’d been right when he’d said to her long ago: ‘You’re beautiful as you are. And I’d wager even more so with steel in your hand and the blood of your enemies splattered across your face…’