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POV: The Alien duke teaches you to swim.

Slowly but surely, I can feel my body’s resistance against the water. Before I know it, I’m floating up.

“Oh my god!” I say, almost surprised it’s working.

“That’s it, kick harder!” Raf’ere almost sounds giddy.

I get a little overeager and feel my body begin to tilt. It threatens to sink back down.

Before I can give up, I feel a huge hand brace itself dangerously low on my belly. I want to freeze, and my legs halt their motions.

Raf’ere’s hand still supports me, causing my hips to float up, and my ass to break the surface of the water. I don’t let go of the wall, but I do look back at him over my shoulder.

“Good girl,” Raf’ere breathes as we lock eyes.

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Barbarian April anyone?

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Horniness is not intrinsically less pure than any other human motivation

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Have you ever want to talk about alien c*ck all while sipping a delicious beverage? Well do I have the livestream for you! My storyteller tier members on patreon will have access to this super fun cocktail hour, in addition to all the fun stickers, prints and bookmarks in their physical rewards mailer! I'll go over the history of and make a fun cocktail, all while we discuss all the wonders of alien and monster romance books.

This month's special guest is Victoria Aveline, author of the Clecanian Series and just general peach of a person. Ask her all your burning questions! I've heard she's especially fond of people asking "when is Rheago's book coming?".

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Love on the Korlyan Moon is available for preorder and scheduled for a June 18th release! 

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I’m going wide with LOTKM and can’t wait to share the book with my international readers digitally. Because of this LOTKM will not be available on KU. 

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If you're not planning dates to chase me through the woods on a full moon, and eat me up when you catch me.... do you even like me?

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New account

After reaching out to Tumblr support, my previous account, @lyonneriley, was almost instantly terminated. I'll be starting over here and reposting content from my former blog, as well as writing new content, and hopefully I'll find all of you again.

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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #12

Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.

TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging, violence and murder.

MASTER POST

PREVIOUS

The entrance to the hunting cave is nearly invisible. Golden vines twine over the leather door flap, nearly obscuring it from view. 

Sweat drips off your brow. The humidity of the jungle is so different from the dusty deserts of this planet. You find it hard to believe these two eco systems exist so close to each other. 

Drohako removes the saddle bag from Graysi and sets them near the rocky wall of the cave.

Pushing through the saffron colored brush, you notice the sweat on your arms mingling with the blood of the fallen alien attacker. 

You took someone’s life, extinguishing it in a single act. A full fucking grown Volkroth warrior. 

And he fucking deserved it. 

You think about your life before, how you wouldn’t be able to do what you had just done. 

But things are different now. You love an alien barbarian, you’re carrying his child, and you’ve run away from what little civilization exists on this planet. 

You should feel worse about murdering someone, shouldn’t you? 

Drohako’s hand caresses along the messy skin of your arm. 

“Your first kill?” He questions, although you can tell that he already knows the answer when you nod. ��You are strong, you protected your family—wear his blood with honor.” 

Our family. 

You push your way through the overgrowth on the door and into the cave. 

As the leather flap snaps free from the grasping vines, dirt sprays and you cough, your lungs assaulted by the dust. 

The hunting cave is even more primitive than you expected. Unlike where you’ve fled from, there are no comforts. No furs line the sleeping space, the fire pit is tiny, and a thick layer of dust coats everything. 

“You don’t get to do much hunting, do you?” You ask with a sarcastic smile. 

“Hunting seasons are short, especially in spawning years,” he shrugs, pushing past you. 

Drohako removes the incubation pod from his satchel as if it was the most fragile thing in the world. His thick fingers struggling to hold the tech just barely bigger than a gallon of milk.

“Hard to think you were ever that small,” you sigh as you flop down and pat your slightly swollen belly. “I feel like I can’t even feel him in there, you know?” 

A panicked look flashes across his purple face. 

“I mean, he’s in there, but I thought it would feel different—like a parasite.” Your alien frowns, and you get that your choice of words has you sounding less than enthused. 

“What I mean is, it doesn’t feel wrong—it feels natural, like it was meant to be.”

When you look back up at my mate’s face, you can see his gaze soften. 

“It’s fate,” He tells you. “Come, the pod needs a blood sample to activate.” 

He reaches his scarred hand out to you, pulling you to standing. When he taps a button along the incubation pod’s side, a robotic arm pops out. 

“It’s strange Volkroth’s births are so high tech, aren’t it? Because, well,” You gesture broadly to your surroundings. The primitive cave isn’t really where you would expect the Volkroth to live after seeing this little space age orb of white metal and glass. 

“We choose to live in the ways of our ancestors—but we’ve adapted to breed without female Volkroth, and it’s mostly thanks to this tech,” He keepings talking even after the little robot arm pokes your finger with a quickly appearing needle. 

“Ouch!” you yelp, as Drohako grabs your hand to prevent it from recoiling from the machine. 

“Still, it’ll be over in a second,” he mutters as he watches the collection tube meet the small droplet of blood welling on your fingertip. With a whoosh, the machine sucks the sanguine fluid away.

As the blood enters the pod, it glows with an orange light. The intensity pulsing like a heartbeat. 

“Done. That wasn’t so bad, now was it my tiny warrior?” His face is filled with pride as he stares down at your still blood covered body.

“Well, no, but—“ he interrupts your words by sucking your finger into his mouth, his rough tongue licking the needle’s wound.

“I promise you pleasure earlier,” he growls as my finger drops from his lips. The sound of his voice is making your pussy quickly slicker, as if on his command. 

When you feel his hand go lower, skirting the hem of your wrap. You grab his wrist. 

“Stop.”

Maybe you’re still full of adrenaline from the attack, or maybe this feeling has always been under the surface–but you want to be in control for the first time in your life. 

“Mate?” His body is frozen, maybe shocked by your command.

“I think I’d like to call the shots this time,” you whisper to your barbarian.

“That’s new,” Drohako cocks an eyebrow. The muscles of his body relax slightly, but his eyes bored into you with a new intensity. “So, what do you want?” 

“I want you to listen, but don’t worry–you’ll enjoy yourself if you do. Will you be a good boy for me?” 

His pupils dilate and he looks like he can taste colors as he looks at you with hooded eyes. 

“If that’s what my mates wants, a good boy is what she’ll get.” 

“I need something comfortable to lie down on,” you say with an unpracticed coolness that surprises you both. 

Drohako swiftly steps past you, pushing the leather flap out of his way, as he grabs the saddle bags from outside. Once back indoors, he kicks some dead leaves and twigs away, clearing a spot on the dirt floor. 

He looks at you with a pleased smile as he unrolls a few of the thick yellow furs from your former home. 

“This will do.” You shrug off your makeshift clothing, already feeling one hundred percent better than before. There’s something so natural about wearing nothing at all around Drohako that makes your heart sing. 

His gaze on your naked body is that of a predator’s, hungry and all-consuming. You lay down slowly, deliberately, spreading your legs so he can take in the view. 

He inhales sharply and pushes the heel of his hand down over his loincloth, onto his quickly hardening bulge. 

“Who said you could touch yourself?” You drawl as my finger traces up your slick lips. “I don’t think I gave you permission.” 

“I thought this was supposed to be fun,” He scowls, clenching his fists at his side. You don’t let the fact that he’s still listening to you go unnoticed. 

“It will be, because the anticipation is part of the pleasure.” 

Whatever’s possessed you to be so bold, you love it. Could it be that letting yourself be used like you’ve always wanted has you finding some new confidence? Have you found my power through being submissive? 

You rub small circles over your clit. The blood of the fallen male mixing with your own slick–Drohako’s breath catches as he watches you work.

“I want you to want me, to feel every pang of desire.” 

You twist your nipple with your free hand, not even attempting to stifle the moan that falls from your lips. 

“Can I touch you, if I can’t touch myself?” His voice is needier than you’ve ever heard it before. 

“Are you uncomfortable? Does my having the control cause you this agony?” You ask him, dipping your fingers into my opening—thrusting deep. “Don’t you wish it was your cock plunging inside me?” 

“Is torture your idea of fun? Does our Volkroth babe fill steel your heart as a barbarian?” Despite his suffering, he smiles. His eyes hold a menacing glint.

“Seeing you squirm is fucking delicious, a reward all in itself.” You pick up your pace, throbbing need ebbs through your core. “Ask me for what you want,” you moan.

Drohako licks his lips, stepping closer. 

“I want to taste you,” he growls. 

“Then crawl and beg me for the honor. Prove to me you want it.”

Drohako, the mighty alien warrior that he is, drops to his knees with a thud. He rakes his nails over the dirt floor, pushing his glorious ass high. Each scrape of his fingers over the ground sends shivers up my spine.

When he finally reaches you, he presses his lips against your trembling skin, worshipping every inch of you with fervent kisses. You moan in ecstasy as he continues to worship at the altar of your pleasure. His tongue laps up your honey, teetering you on the edge of bliss.

You're both consumed by our primal desires, oblivious to the world around you, fueled by an insatiable hunger for each other’s bodies. 

“Make me come, mate,” you hiss as you buck your hips, threading your fingers through his coarse hair and wrapping around his horns.

Drohako probes his fingers into you, spreading you wide with his hands alone. When he sucks on your clit, your core pulses sharply and you shatter.

Your legs attempt the snap shut over his ears, but he pushes them open. His tongue is unrelenting. 

“Stop!” your voice is hoarse as you yell. 

Despite his history of loving your overstimulation, he does. With just one word from you, he immediately ceases his ministrations. He’s under your command, afterall.

“You’ve done such a good job, you deserve a reward—” 

“Serving you, mate, is enough.” He pulls himself until his strong jaw rests on your stomach. His face glistens with your juices. 

He brings his hand to either side of your hips, kissing the small swell on your stomach. He stares adoringly at the pooch, and the promise that lies within.

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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #11

Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.

TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging, violence and murder.

MASTER POST

PREVIOUS

There’s a jungle that spreads out before you, so different from the dusty red steppes you’ve seen on the rest of this planet. Like a mirage or an oasis, it is teeming with life. 

Alien animals swing from the heavy vines that drape over the full golden foliage. The trunks of the trees twist in ways that seem too delicate to support their massive canopies. There must be some magic behind their design for they seem sturdy. 

Lost in the enchantment of this new world, you barely register the feeling of Graysi stumbling over his own feet. 

It feels like time slows down as you’re forcefully thrust forward, unaffected by whatever is holding the big cat’s movement at bay The inertia speeds up your inevitable face plant into the powdery dirt. 

You shut your eyes tight, waiting for impact. 

There’s a tugging at your belly, and a twisting motion that has your body spinning. You feel Drohako’s warm chest at your back, his arms are circling your stomach protectively, and although the collision with the ground is abrupt, your alien mate absorbs most of the impact. 

It takes a moment before you can breathe properly; the wind having been knocked out of your chest. 

Once you regain some of your composure, you realize that Drohako’s arms are limp around you. You twist around, cupping the side of his cheek. 

As you pull his face towards yours, blood wells from a forehead cut at the edge of his hairline. The rock underneath his head is small, but jagged. 

Drohako is knocked out cold. 

You panic, cursing this stupid planet for not having helmets, and put your palm against the cut. Alien blood has to clot and slow with pressure like humans, right? 

As the fear of something more sinister than a temporary blackout gnaws at you, you rack your brain, attempting to piece together what transpired. 

You scan the treeline, not seeing a single trace of Graysi... but when you hear him snarl directly above you, you lift your eyes higher, realizing that the giant cat is caught in some primitive looking snare. 

Despite its best efforts, it can’t lift its heavy body high enough to bite through the rope that’s suspending its four paws above it. 

“Did you think you’d get away from the Volkroth human? That they’re wouldn’t be safeguards against this kind of thing?” A deep voice booms from the thicket of golden leaves. 

His boot crunches heavily on the underbrush as he steps into the light. 

A Volkroth, smaller than Drohako but none the less intimidating, comes closer to you. The right side of his face is marred with a heinous and twisting scar. 

The ruined flesh runs through one milky eye and ends at the tail of the scar, with a menacing grin.

“All this trouble for a little thing like you? Seems such a waste,” He keeps advancing toward you, and you shake your unconscious protector. 

Please wake up, please Drohako...

“We’re mates, he told me. I swear he’s just trying to keep me safe!” You plead with the alien, unsure of what he plans to do with you. 

His steps falter when he hears you say the word, mate.

“Mate? Not possible—you lie!” He spits, finally close enough to grab your wrist.

As he rips you from Drohako’s still unmoving body, he’s full of rage. Somehow, your plea to honor the matehood has had the opposite effect you intended. 

“You’re hurting me... Drohako won’t stand for this!” You yelp, attempting to wrench your wrist from his grip.

“He won’t care much about anything anymore,” the brute laughs as he throws you over his shoulder. “In fact, maybe I’ll claim you as my own in the spawning pits—-I’ve never had something so fragile as a human before.” 

The volkroth keeps running his mouth on what he’d like to do to you as you dissociate. Your mind slips back to when Drohako first held you like this. How he slung you over his shoulder at your initial meeting. The fear then only heightened your excitement.

Now, as you’re dragged from your lifeless mate, it only fills you with dread. 

“We can’t just leave him here!” You yelp, kicking your feet against him. 

“Don’t worry, the jirion hounds will take care of him,”

No, that’s not possible. 

You run your hands over his chest, fingers searching with unhinged desperation. 

“Your ‘mate’s’ body isn’t even yet cold human, and hear you are ready to be rutted again,” The volkroth laughs with his entire chest, so convinced of the fact that you’d easily give up your mate. 

His laugh is cut short as you finally grab one of the many blades that the volkroth like to keep strapped to their bodies. With every bit of your strength, you forcefully drive the sharp point of the blade into the vulnerable flesh of his neck. 

He gurgles as you twist the dagger, fiery blood running down your hand, the liquid sputtering from between his dark purple lips. When he falls to his knees, you regain your footing, kicking off of him as he face plants into the ground. The bastard clutches for his neck, his body slowly draining of its purple color, mewling around on the ground like the worm he is. 

You can’t stop yourself as you spit on his back. His movements slow as his skin turns gray.

Good.

Only when you hear Drohako cough his way back to the realm of the living does your rage subside. 

You rush to his side as he struggles to sit up. 

“What happened?” He croaks, his voice so hoarse it’s almost a whisper. When he touches your hand, his brows draw together. He pulls his fingers back from yours, they’re slick with blood.

The panic spreads over his face as he wipes his your cheek frantically with his hands. “Are you hurt?” 

“No, it’s okay now. Do you think you can stand?” You ask him as he continues to clean your skin.

“The blood,” his eyes are wild, “where did the blood come from?” 

“Don’t worry, it’s not mine. The blood is yours and the sad excuse for a volkroth over there.” 

He follows your outstretched thumb to the dead alien behind us. 

“Did he hurt you?” He’s not any calmer when he unsteadily clambers to his feet. 

You rush to his side, wrapping an arm around his hips, as if he would show weakness by leaning against you. 

He doesn’t, of course, but instead hurries to the dead volkroth, now laying facedown in a pool of his own quickly coagulating blood and stomps on his skull with brutal force.

The sickening sound of bones cracking echoes through the air as they collide with the blood-soaked mud. 

Despite having just slit the dead alien’s throat, you quickly avert your gaze from the macabre sight. 

Only when Drohako wraps you up in his arms, tucking your chin against his chest, do you refocus your attention. 

“Did he hurt you, mate?” He asks softly.

“No, quite the opposite,” you whisper. “He was too weak to continue his bloodline. It dies with him.”

Pride sparks behind Drohako’s eyes and he cups your blood-soaked face in his hands, he crashes his mouth against your own with a hungry, desperate, kiss.

“You are perfect,” he mutters against your ear as he breaks away.

Drohako groans as you squeeze the coil of his members through his loincloth. They pulse, hardening at your touch. You both almost just died, but there’s something about victory that makes you slick with want. Maybe you’re becoming a true volkroth mate after all.

“I will have you stuffed full of my cocks before long, but for now, we ride.”

He swiftly grabs a curved blade and hurls it towards a nearby tree trunk, the sound of metal meeting wood echoing through the air. Graysi is taken by surprise as the blade severs the fibers of the snare rope, causing him to crash heavily onto the ground with a loud thump.

The cat coughs, shaking his head a few times before stalking over to the ruined body of your attacker. Gripping his torso in his giant maw, he flings him off the path and into the thick underbrush of the forest.

With a satisfied snort, he looks back at us as if we’re the ones lollygagging.

“To the hunting cave.”

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Finally have some art of Drohako from Submitting to the Alien Barbarian. Even better, we lose the loincloth over pattern to see those double dongs.

Art by Rowan Woodcock.

Patreon here if you're curious!

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Women only want one thing and it's fucking disgusting

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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #10

Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.

TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging and violence.

MASTER POST

PREVIOUS

At some point in the journey, you’ve fallen asleep against Drohako’s back. There’s something soothing about the padding on Graysi’s feet on the dusty ground. 

Your eyes flutter open, only to be met with a landscape that falls far short of the wild, untamed beauty you were expecting. 

“Drohako,” you whisper as he guides the cat to round the corner of a very austere looking building. “Where are we?” 

In the dim light of the night, you let your eyes wander, taking in your surroundings. The towering structure in front of you casts a shadow that obscures the moon’s gentle glow. 

“Quiet, we’re at the nesting grounds.” He slips a hand quickly over your mouth as you gasp. 

The nesting grounds? Isn’t this the one fucking spot you don’t want to be? 

“We need a nesting pod. Our child won’t survive for long without one,” he tells you all while keeping his hand clamped tightly shut over your lips. 

Frustrated, you sink your teeth into his rough, calloused fingers with all your might. 

Drohako, unaffected by your efforts, rolls his eyes, but releases his hand all the same. 

“We’re a team asshole,” you mutter. “You tell me the plan, always.” You keep your scowl even as he dismounts the big cat and lifts you off its back like a doll. 

“Fine.” the brute agrees.

“So let’s go in there and get the damn pod and then get the hell out of dodge, yeah?” You tighten the knot on your pants, cursing the fact that your attire is far from practical. What you wouldn’t give for some fucking leggings right about now.

“Informing you of the plan is a much different request than including you in it.” His lip curls back in disbelief, as though he can’t fathom that you’re requesting to accompany him. 

“So you’re just going to leave me out here? That doesn’t seem any safer!”

As you cross your arms and pout, he reaches for a dagger on his hip, carefully transferring it into your hands. 

“I don’t even know how to use a knife,” you complain. 

A look of surprise crosses his face as his eyebrows shoot up.

“Put the blade into any soft spot you can reach. Don’t talk you way out a conformation, I know that mouth of yours. You go for your opponent’s eyes, groin, throat. Inflict as much damage as you can and when we’re safe at the hunting cave, I’ll teach you the proper way to wield a blade.” He seems overly confident in your skills. “And Graysi will rip the throat out of an attacker well before you even realize their presence.”

You feel the presence of the enormous feline behind you, its claws tugging at the fabric of your pant leg, dragging you towards the ground. Once you’re seated, he wraps his body around you, resting his enormous head on your lap.

“I don’t like this,” you scowl up at him. “Hurry, be safe, don’t do anything stupid.”

“You worry about me for nothing. I am the strongest in my clan,” He tells you as he saunters towards a door at the far side of the wall. With a forceful swing of his sturdy leg, he kicks the door so hard that it almost breaks off its hinges.

“Don’t be a dick, don’t showoff–you have to come back to me, to us.” You place a hand on your stomach. 

“Don’t be a dick, don’t show off—you have to come back to me, to us,” you whisper, placing a gentle hand on your stomach. The heaviness of your words lingers in the air. Deep within you, a tiny life is growing. In this moment, you need Drohako to understand the gravity of their actions, to realize that their choices not only affected themselves but the future within you.

In a momentary lapse, Drohako’s haughty demeanor falters, and a flicker of fear crosses his face. 

Just as quickly as it faltered, the mask slide back up. 

“You have my word. Now stay put.” He jabs his pointer finger in the air at you. 

So you listen for once. Staying put, you trace the stripes on Graysi’s head with your fingernails as he purrs. 

You count his whiskers and once you’ve done that three times in a row; it doesn’t do much do calm your anxiety. You lift his hulking head as the cat grumbles and you shift the direction your legs are going. The adjustment just leaves your thigh full of pins and needles, and you try to flex your foot to get the blood pumping again. 

Annoyed by your incessant squirming, Graysi places a heavy paw on your leg, demanding stillness. 

“You’re a moose,” you huff as you shove his leg to the side. 

Petting his yellow fur, you continue to wait, your eyes locked on the open door. 

But with all this waiting comes thoughts, and bad ones. This plan doesn’t seem well thought out enough. It seems really risky. Why wouldn’t you wait to do this?

A ball forms in the pit of your stomach. 

What if Drohako doesn’t come back? 

You have little time to spiral into your own thoughts as a bright flash and heat pours out of the door. 

Your breath catches in your throat as you see a charred Drohako, arms wrapped tightly around some kind of plastic pod, come flying through the doorway. 

His body hits the ground with a crack, and you can actually hear the wind knocked from his chest. 

Graysi scrambles to stand, his claw pushing deeply into your skin. The rush of adrenaline as you hurry to his side masks the pain, making it feel dull and distant. 

As you roll him onto his side, his eyes remain closed, giving no hint of his consciousness. 

“Drohako!” You yelp as you thwack him hard on the back. 

His eyes shoot open as he’s sputtering, gasping for breath. When his eyes lock with yours, he coughs and sweeps you into his arms. As he gets his legs underneath him, he wobbles unsteadily. But with each bounding leap, his confidence surges. 

“What the fuck happened?” You yelp as he throws you over Graysi’s back. Stuffing the egg-shaped device into the rucksack on the cat’s hips. 

He swings his own leg over, mounting the beast. With a kick to its ribs, you’re off like a shot. The surrounding darkness grows as you ride into the night. 

As you gallop into the darkness, you can hear the raised voices and the clank of boots. They’re after you, but they’re too slow compared to the feline to catch you.

Drohako kicks again, and Graysi pushes us even faster into the night. 

“Complications caused a fucking explosion?” You demand an answer from him, turning your body as much as you can to get a better look at him as you ride. 

Noticing your struggle, he quickly intervenes and flips you around. Now, facing him, your legs intertwine with his as you straddle both the cat and the alien. 

“I have the nesting pod. It shouldn’t matter how it was obtained,” he grunts out. 

You’re ready to yell at him again, to give him a piece of your mind, but as you brace your hand against his side, you feel wetness. When you pull your hand back, it’s covered with his black blood. 

“You’re hurt!” You squeak, quickly putting your hand back to apply pressure to his wound. 

“It is nothing.” He blinks rapidly as the dust from the cat’s paws flies into the air. 

You jab a finger close to the wound. You shouldn’t—It’s cruel. His body recoils at your touch.

“Nothing?” You parrot back to him. “You get us to that cave as fast as you can!” you tell him before wrapping your other arm around his torso and burying your face against his wooly chest. 

“I thought you didn’t know how to stab,” he winces as you reapply pressure.

“Shut up,” you tell him as tear fall from your eyes. 

I’m angry, so why the fuck am I crying? 

What started as a casual arrangement for rough sex has grown into a connection that goes beyond physical intimacy. You haven’t wanted to admit it before, but the constant knot in your stomach and the racing thoughts are forcing you to confront the undeniable fear of losing him.

You know what this emotion is.

“I love you, idiot.” 

“You’re a warrior, whether you admit it or not,” he says, putting his free arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

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The cover of Finding the Troll's Heart is here!

Now available for preorder in paperback (with NSFW art!) or ebook.

This age gap romance is sweet, steamy, heartfelt, and a little angsty. Corporal Jar'kel, a grumpy old troll with one tusk, has been sent to the frigid mountains to help protect a valuable mine. Simka, a young human woman, has been trying to rescue her sister after she was stolen by wild orcs. Together they'll try to find the wild orc camp—where they'll have to pretend to be mates to save their hides. (Yes, you heard that right: fake dating!)

I can't get over how gorgeous this piece of artwork by Rowan Woodcock is. His talent boggles my mind.

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A mood