MARALYN One betrayal, two betrayals, three betrayals, four. First my only cousin leaves me to go to war. Then he doesn’t return any of my letters. Next a High Lord arrives at my farm claiming I’m his gift. High Lord Khallan builds me a cage, each bar crafted to my whim. He knows not only my weaknesses. . .but the Skill that makes me the most dangerous Forger in three centuries. But their farm girl is learning to negotiate her worth. When my poison finally erupts, I will tear down a High Lord with it. My first love abandoned me—I don’t want to be taken. I want to be kept. LORD KHALLAN My farm girl is a mercenary, my farm girl is a puff. My solitary farm girl is much, much more than a mere gem mired in sludge. I will kill to keep her—I never lose what is mine. She fills an empty hollow, a High Lord’s right is divine. She thinks she has fooled me, she thinks I don’t know. That when she erupts, she’s coming for my House throne. A decade of war may have undone me; sanity hangs by a hair on her head. My obsession is now focused on the cagey farm girl in my bed. She thinks she can run, she thinks she can hide. It is a game we play— MARALYN RASHKARAN IS MINE. Lord of Passion & Poison is an adult dark high fantasy romance where the toxic relationship is a feature, not a bug. Princess Bride’s banter meets unhinged obsession— touch her and everyone around her will die—in a shamelessly dysfunctional HEA with zero redemption arcs. The High Fae have no interest in being redeemed. And the lovers they claim have zero interest in hiding the keys.
