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. I won’t be alone, I thought cheerfully. I have you. And what a delight you are.

“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.”

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.”