The Beast of ThornfieldA Scottish Gothic Romance

She sat down in front of a seven-foot predator and started drawing.

Not bravery. Her legs just stopped consulting her brain. Fifteen years of walking toward things that needed illustrating — muscle memory, the worst kind.

Elara Voss moved to the Scottish Highlands to draw plants and be left alone. The cottage was cheap. The forest was sealed. The locals didn't talk about what lived in it.

She went in anyway. Found something crouched over a deer carcass with gold eyes and hands — not paws, hands — that could gut a stag and hold a page without tearing it.

She should have run.

She drew him like he was beautiful. She came back the next day. And the next. And the next.

Callum Blackwood hasn't spoken in twelve years. Hasn't been touched. Hasn't been seen by anything that didn't run. The curse took his voice, his skin, his name. Left him seven feet of fur and fang and a jaw that used to belong to a twenty-two-year-old man.

Then she turned her sketchpad around and showed him his own face — and something behind those gold eyes cracked open.

He said her name. One word. It cost him everything.

Now developers are circling his land. A living heir ruins their plans. And the woman who taught a beast to speak is the only thing standing between Callum and erasure.

Some curses don't break. Some women don't leave.

Adult readers only. This novel contains explicit intimacy — primal, not polished — size difference, creature romance, and a hero who stays more monster than man. HFN ending. First in the Thornfield Legends series.

Beauty & the Beast, but the beast stays. For readers who want their monster romance feral, filthy, and full of feelings.