“Is that how your kind teaches you to please us?” A male voice rumbles from the dark as my hands falter on the black satin sheet. The large bed stretches before me, rumpled and unmade. Fingers glide up my spine, then curl around my throat. They’re so solid and forceful, a telltale sting where bruises will be. And far too warm to be human—burning so hot I’m sweating. Still, I’m unable to make a sound as the fingers form a ring of pain. I’m just as defenseless as I’ve always been when my cheek hits the satin pillow, freeing the sheet from the bed I’ve been trying to make. I should do something, say something…
Deviera spends her nights at The Mid, dancing to pay for her practical exams at the Institute, hoping for a better life in one of the wealthy houses. Only she doesn’t dance for other humans. No, she entertains the Thur, an invading species that conquered half her world years before she was born.
One half of the planet is mankind’s last stronghold. The other half… is where Devi was born, catering to the whims of both races of Thur: the Darkmires and the Lightflecks, both with their own brands of magic. Deviera knows the Thur better than most because of how many nights she’s spent watching their Unsettled ranks party. She has a method to dealing with them that keeps her safe, keeps their attention elsewhere. It’s tried and true. But when she’s unexpectedly dragged into the heart of their world by four Thur males who claim they need her help, it’ll rewrite everything she thought she knew. And ignite dangerous temptations she can’t ignore.

Bitter Magic: An Invasion Romance

“Does a *_personal_* dance come with this drink?” Selk asks as I set his glass down and slide the lithe to the center of the table. “I could be persuaded to blow off some steam.”
When he speaks into my damaged ear, it makes his voice even lower, raspier with distorted sounds that make my pulse jump...

11- Devi