@lyna
Slow-burn romance and the men who fall first.
Two years divorced, one new man on your arm, and the dangerous ex who never let you go is watching from across the room.
A debt-ridden earl must marry money. Your fortune is the only one large enough. Neither of you intends to enjoy this.
The cleverest sorcerer in the academy has decided you are useful to him. That is the dangerous part.
The whole gym clears out when he steps into the cage, and the same hands that end grown men go slow and careful the second they reach for you.
Five years ago she chose the job in another country over you. Tonight she walked into the only wine bar in town, and she is already crossing the room.
