Finding a worthy mate can be hell...
HAPPY MAY DAY Reading Ninjas... I know that won't mean much to most of you, but it means something to me - A LONG WEEKEND!!! Yep, May Day in the NT Australia means a long weekend, and in fact the third long weekend in a row. Another week of hardly being at work, and lots of time to read. So let me introduce you to my latest find.
What do you get when Lucifer decides to play matchmaker for his minions in the form of a Hunger Games-ish contest where only the strongest will survive?
HELL FAE CAPTIVE by Lexi Foss & JR Thorn
Apparently Lucifer's minions are lonely and horny living in their own realm of hell and so the King creates his games. A competition of sorts where prospective mates are thrown to the demons - literally, and only the strongest will prove worth enough to survive and be mated to hells inhabitants. Whether they want to be or not. Yes, when you make a deal with the devil, it's a serious thing, break it and you'll live to regret it. Unless of course, that deal includes your daughters soul and life for the games to be exchanged for your benefit. ASSHOLE PARENT ALERT!!!
Throw in numerous smoking hot (even for hell) Fae of various sorts, Lucifers own mates and their fuck buddies and a halfling full of sass, weapons and independent resentment and you have a story that will keep you turning pages all long weekend... Just to see if everyone ends up naked together while fearing Lexi might make me wait a book or few.
Anyway, after vearing away from Lexi for a while after Royally Crowned, I'm back on team Lexi and more than happy to reside in the darker Fae realms once again. Join me. But remember, as Lucifer says "Abide by the rules... There are no rules."
My parents made a deal with the devil and now I’m a Hell Fae Captive.
Enslaved. Owned. Thrown to the Hellhounds and expected to survive.
Because only survivors earn their mates.
It doesn’t matter that I don’t want to be a bride.
I’m a Halfling. Part Hell Fae and part girl-who-doesn’t-give-a-shit.
But because of a bargain, he owns me.
Lucifer. The Hell Fae King who created this godforsaken realm.
Also known as the orchestrator of these deadly bride trial games.
Okay, Luci, I’ll play.
By burning this whole kingdom to the ground.
Assuming I don’t get caught in the hot Midnight Fae Warden’s web first.
Or ensnared by the brooding Hell Fae Commander lurking outside the gates.
And don’t even get me started on the Hell Fae King’s favored prince. That sexy lunatic won’t stop sending me gifts.
No amount of hotness or sensual persuasion will keep me here.
I’m not bride material.
I’m a menace.
You made a deal for the wrong girl, Lucifer.
Prepare for the fight of your life.