A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales, #2)

by K.F. Breene

They’re males. They get confused which head is for thinking and do stupid shit. As females, we need to set them right.

Do you know what’s getting old? Your eggs. Best get that big alpha dick up in your cumquat so you won’t prove that red-headed wankstain right by dying old and alone.

—The end of this letter has come, but not as hard as me the last time I thought of you someone.

“You are truly a remarkable specimen, Finley. The goddess sang when she made you. You are perfect in every way. You will never want for a home or protection. We will provide it, always. This I swear. The man has his own agenda, but it will never come between me and my oath to you.”

“It was the best sex I’ve ever had, and I wasn’t even in control. It more than broke my dry spell. It ruined me for other women.”

“Because I will have to let you go, and if I give much more of myself, I won’t be able to.”

It isn’t fair to profit from people who don’t have the money to pay when there are lives on the line. Living shouldn’t come with a price tag.”

She said that there was a book for every single moment, and she was not satisfied until she had found it.”

“Some gemstones are created from the crush of time. Buried deep in the bedrock, they grow stronger to resist the temptation to turn to dust under the weight. When they finally emerge, they are as strong as they are beautiful. You are such a gem, I should think. Your best magic isn’t going to be in the books, Miss Finley. Your magic will write the books to come.”

and you are my greatest weakness. I don’t want to lose you.”

am sitting on a throne of ruin now, but I am still a powerful alpha.

The only one I have ever loved in my life.