Beastkin

A cursed Beastkin. A witch born of fire. A bond neither of them expected... and a love too dangerous to ignore.

Karrick:
Beastkin aren't meant to fall in love with witches. That's what the world tells me. My kind carries a curse-once human, now creatures of claw and fang, feared for a past drenched in war and betrayal. At Widdershins Academy, I'm the monster they all pretend not to watch.

Except for him.

Phoenix Emberwood-the boy who was once my best friend. The boy I lost when his family ripped him away. He's back now, fire magic at his fingertips, stronger, sharper, and looking at me like he's trying to decide if he still knows me at all.

I've only ever been with women. I never questioned that-never questioned myself. But when I see him, when I smell him, something inside me shifts, something primal and undeniable. It's impossible. It's forbidden.

And I want him anyway.

Loving Phoenix means turning my back on everything I know. It means facing a world that would rather see us apart-if not dead. But I'm not sure I can walk away. Not this time.

Phoenix:
I never thought I'd see Karrick again. I never thought I'd return to a world where witches whisper warnings about Beastkin, about the creatures who were cursed for a reason.

But here I am, and there he is-bigger, stronger, impossible to ignore.

My family says I should stay away. The academy says I should know better. But my magic doesn't listen. It flares every time he's near, like it knows him, like it's reaching for something lost.

I tell myself he's just a childhood memory. I tell myself I don't care. But when he looks at me, when our bodies collide in fleeting touches and unspoken confessions, I feel it.

The bond. The pull. The fire waiting to consume us both.

Giving in to Karrick means defying my family, my coven, the very laws that keep our world from falling apart. But maybe the only way to change history... is to burn it down.

Beastkin is a spellbinding, fated-mates romance filled with longing, forbidden passion, and a love strong enough to defy history itself. Perfect for readers who crave fiery tension, slow-burn desire, and the kind of connection that refuses to be denied.

Blake R. Wolfe

Blake R. Wolfe has adored werewolves and monsters since he was a child growing up in a small rural Michigan town. Now he lives near the shores of Lake Michigan with his two partners, two cats that need to be fed every three seconds, and a dog that is very spoiled. He spends most of his free time hiking through the nearby forest, thinking up the next great romance story for his readers.

Blake writes under three separate Pen Names:

--Blake R. Wolfe -- Gay Paranormal Romance

--Atreus Rosewood -- Gay Contemporary Romance

--Eoghan R. Cunningham -- LGBTQ+ Fantasy

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