“With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed his hand into the fall of her hair, wrapping a thick strand around his fingers and wrist. His voice dropped, deepening as he spoke words meant for her. “I love your hair. The… — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“How many did she kill?” “Dozens, my Lord, until her sword was dull with the blood of her enemies.” Reign stroked the edge of the dagger with his forefinger until a drop of blood was drawn. The blood absorbed into… — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“We get chased by orcs, I’m tripping you and running the other direction.” — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“men needed to explain the basics to him. A How to Deal with Women summit. Nothing would bond the races faster.” — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“Make no mistake, little human. You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.” — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“…I am not noble. This is not a ruse to free you. The only thing I want is you underneath me, willing and wild.… — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“This woman was consuming him, bit by bit. She was becoming the reason and the reward of his existence, and if he did not… — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“eyelids lowered, bringing his eyelashes into relief against his skin. No eyebrows, but yes to eyelashes. Hair on his head but none on his… — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“Do I seem one who will not defend myself? You are her father, so I will make myself clear. Any who seek her harm… — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“I will claim her, and I will protect her, and any who become her enemy? I will destroy.” — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“The Oracle handed her a small, leather bound booklet, about as thick as a pamphlet, and said, “You are a teacher, yes?” It was… — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“She woke to Terak's claws raking through her hair and her body deliciously sore, well-used in the best sense.” — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“He had complete mastery of her, a mastery she welcomed as the tiny tremors low in her belly started, signaling her impending climax.” — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“Jack Miller aimed his shotgun at the monster’s grey-skinned head and pulled the trigger. Green sludge and bits of bone and flesh splattered through… — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
