About the book

About Breed for the Beast

Breeding for a beast was not the fairy tale, happily ever after ending I had in mind… I always knew my husband was shady. But drugging me and selling me in an auction to the highest bidder was dirty, even for him. I practically begged the one-eyed giant in the crowd to bid on me, to save me. And he did. He didn’t do it out of the kindness of his heart, though. If he even has one. See, Lugh Conmac is the most violent, brutal monster the Irish mafia has to offer—and he wants me to give him two sons. In exchange, I’ll earn my freedom. But it’s not long before I start wondering if I even want my freedom. Especially when Lugh gives me more respect (and orgasms) than my husband ever did. Is it Stockholm syndrome that keeps me coming back for more, or is there more to it than that? Guess there’s only one way to find out…

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