Magic Wars: Her Immortal Monsters
Alluring Paranormal Romance with Multiple Love Interests in a Post-Apocalyptic World
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Alluring Paranormal Romance with Multiple Love Interests in a Post-Apocalyptic World 〰️
Kissed by Chaos
Most witches get a cat for a familiar. I got the Devil.
Or his ghost, to be specific.
That might sound cool in theory, but trust me—when he’s narrating your smut books at the butt crack of dawn—it’s not.
He may be great to look at with a voice made for whispering filthy things, but he’s also a giant pain in my ass.
So after ten long months of not dating because I‘ve got a demon king stalker, I finally decide to try again.
That’s when I meet him. Tall, gorgeous, and keeping dark secrets.
Apparently, I have a type.
I must be cursed because I can’t even get to first base with the incubus god before my ex-fiancé shows up.
To say I have bad taste in men is an understatement. They’re all possessive and hellbent on keeping me.
I’d be flattered if not for the obvious—I’m no one. Just an outcast witch trying to save my little corner of the world.
I don’t need a hero, or three, and even if I did—they’re not the heroes in this story. They’re the villains. And they’ll tear my heart to pieces if I give them the chance.
Author's Note: Kissed by Chaos is a steamy adult paranormal romance with three possessive, morally gray love interests. There is NO OW drama or cheating. Expect a hilarious, but angsty romance with strong female friendships. This story has been previously published on Kindle Vella as Her Immortal Monsters but has been changed with added material.
The Ex. The Liar. The Devil.
My type is bad boys that will screw me over and leave me walking funny. No matter how much they tempt me or my ruined heart—I know better than to trust my own taste in men.
My ex taught me that love isn’t sweet, patient, or kind. It’s cruel and it hurts. He’ll do anything for a second chance, but I can’t forget the flames that burned me from the inside out three years ago.
My liar is forbidden, but I’m haunted by his slate blue eyes and wicked mouth. He’s gotten under my skin, and I don’t know how to remove him without tearing my heart apart in the process.
My devil may be bad, but he makes promises that sound so good. I wish I could say he tricked me with honeyed words, but really, I did it to myself. Bonding to him was a mistake, but bargaining with him? It might be my undoing.
I’m torn between three men that I swore I wouldn’t get involved with. I know it’s wrong, but part of me loves it. Craves it.
Everyone thinks I’m the good girl, but what they don’t see is that my carefully crafted persona is crumbling around me. My mask is cracked. I’m hanging on by a thread.
We all have weaknesses.
Mine just make me a glutton for punishment.
I used to be a good girl.
My ex ruined me.
I used to be selfless.
My liar tainted me.
I wonder who I will be when my devil is done . . .