Captured by the Fae Beast (Monsters of Faery, #1)

by Mallory Dunlin

"To lose all hope is to die. When true despair has you in its teeth, the only option is to embrace death, and I have never been ready to die."

Things have bloomed to fill the empty space, like flowers in the sunlit patch of the woods where a tree has fallen. How could I come back and destroy the gardens they've grown? That's not love."

We dream about wounded men who love us passionately enough to do the hard work of healing.

"Let me wash my blood off your face, and brush your beautiful dark hair for you. Wear my clothing to bed again, and run your hands over my body so your fingers can remember what they already know."