A taste of Carnal Hex
A witch protecting her home. A knight taught to fear her. A curse that yields to pleasure.
Darkness is bleeding through Selene’s forest. Flowers wither. Trees blacken. Her magic weakens. As the wise woman and sorceress of the land, she refuses to abandon the people who have trusted generations of her coven to keep them safe.
Then Sir Ronan arrives. Newly knighted, newly granted the very land Selene calls home, and thoroughly convinced that witchcraft belongs among the evils a righteous man should destroy. Their first meeting ends with steel, magic, insults and both of them trapped by the cursed forest.
But anger makes the corruption stronger. Can they put their animosity aside and let the flames of anger turn into something hotter? Saving the forest may demand that they surrender to exactly what each of them has been taught to resist.
“Never have I wanted so badly to be one. My every waking thought is bent on it, and nothing but your body shall satiate this aching need. If this is love, it is maddening, and I would never seek the cure.” — Ronan, Carnal Hex