A Ruin of Roses (Deliciously Dark Fairytales Book 1)

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I was sure I dreamed of other things, but the only thing I ever remembered upon waking was those accursed glowing eyes, and now the roar, apparently.

Given that I’d been caught thieving from this very field, it was probably the worst place for me to have led the beast. She wears trousers, she hunts, she wields bow and dagger like the best of them, and she curses like a sailor, all this while her older brother, Hannon, is the one who took over their mother’s duties after she passed away from the cursed disease. I'm not generally a prude but the graphic, in-your-face language and scenarios, particularly the Hadriel character, seemed overly aggressive and killed the romance element for me at times.

It wasn’t as bad for people like me, since I’d never known my animal and didn’t remember much from the old days. Not long after that she encounters the magic of an Incubus demon while in her sleep, during which she almost has a wet dream featuring Nyfain, but then feels like something is violating her. As I lifted my book and reached over to grab the others, prickles skittered up my back and crawled across my scalp.

It does seem like s*xual excess would make sense as a natural consequence of the demon king’s rule, but I thought it was a bit too much.

Expect some back and forth between them and a little bit of whiplash - but you won’t be disappointed with the redemption. He was the bastard who’d taken the king’s gold and worked up the bullshit curse that currently plagued our land, after all. That wasn’t startling in itself—it sounded pissed off, but it could just be mad at its mate or another bird. I bent slowly and picked up the closed pocketknife with my free hand, avoiding the shards of glass on the floor.

This terrifies her, and in her escape, she loses her pocketknife in the dark, but continues on until she gets home and locks herself inside the house. Because of that and his stout frame and gingerific good looks, he did seem to get to the next level (banging) every time he put the effort in.If anything, it brought more attention to his past trauma, some causing puckered skin and others creating valleys from what must’ve been deep wounds. For arguments sake, you may assume all books reviewed on this site were sent for review by one of the above mentioned (though the truth is probably somewhere closer to 70%). Suddenly everything falls into place–Nyfain is the prince, the golden dragon she remembers flying overhead when she was seven. And while it was possible our village was the only one that had been so afflicted, I certainly hadn’t heard that the beast turned into a man.