The Midwinter Mail-Order Bride (The Dead Lands, #1; Mail-Order Brides, #4)

by Kati Wilde

What is magic but an unseen force that works change upon the world? That is what kindness does.

So Kael claimed her cunt and feasted like a king did—on his knees, to worship the queen who owned every part of his heart.

“My throne?” “Anywhere you sit will be your throne.” He swept up his bloodied sword and the wet tunic, began cleaning his blade. “I pray my cock will be your favorite.”