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

by Mallory Dunlin

"It's been seven years, eight months, and twenty-four days," she said softly. "They have mourned. My children have become teenagers, growing into their own places. Perhaps my husband found love again, and is happy. 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."

"Surely the Beast of Phazikai has some fascinating conquests. All those long nights in the field, the excitement of battle, the heat and passion of survival..." His tails curled. "Ah, yes, the grandness of my relationship with my hand,"

"You have my scent on you, which combined with the fact that I would know your scent even if I lost my entire memory, makes me feel like there's a place in the world for me where I don't have to fight to keep my footing."

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