Bitten By The Naga Lord

She smells like rain on stone.
And I hate her for it.

The gods cursed my land. My guardians turned to monsters. My warriors lost their faith.
And then I found her — soaked, shaking, marked by sacred magic. A human girl who calms the beasts I’ve spent my life slaughtering.

She thinks I saved her.
She’s wrong.

I chain her beneath the blighted tree, drag her through the blackened woods, and force her to lure out the corrupted with nothing but her scent.
Each night, the monsters come.
Each night, I kill.

But her fear is changing. Her fire, too. She looks at me like I’m not the villain. Like I’m the cure.

I should slit her throat and end this madness.
Instead, I brand her mine.

She doesn’t know what I am.
But soon she will know what it means to be bitten by a naga lord.

Read on for forced proximity, sacred monster mating, corrupted guardians, and a warlord who burns his throne for the girl who could save or damn them both. HEA Guaranteed!