Ironling (Monstrous World, #2)

by S.E. Wendel

A female such as this should never know sadness.

If she lingered over his bulging arms and the sheen of sweat gathering at the hollow of his throat, well, she was a mere mortal.

Fates, you’d think I’d never seen a handsome face before, she chided herself as she gave the wolfhound a final, dusty pat. Not every handsome face can make you everything you’ve dreamed—and offered to do it, too.