Long ago, realms collided, and monsters, goblins, demons, wolves, bears and all sorts of shifters stepped out onto Earth. This was the time where legends were made and destiny changed.
Allie was the last of her sisters to be married off, but she never imagined she’d be happy again after being kidnapped, starved and beaten by her so-called blood family. But time heals all wounds, including hers, when she is held in the arms of her true lovers–a wolf, a bear and a demon. They were her own Halloween goblins.
Lance, Darwin and Steel had been alone for years, but when Lance heard the news, that the third sister had been found on his turf, he knew the fates had stepped in. She was hurt and alone, and all he could do was hold her and comfort her, but the legend of the Dark Moon was soon upon them.
Could they survive the mountain of men stepping forward that one night to claim what was theirs? Lance, Steel and Darwin were bound to surround their wicked little girl with love and pleasure, even if it meant putting up with her little tricks, because they had their own treats to deal out to their poppet.
Read the final installment of The Wicked Sisters trilogy, and be sure to read Frankenstein’s Submissive and Masquerade Ménage!
“Do you believe she was born on Hollow’s Eve?” Lance asked, staring down at the sleeping woman in Darwin’s arms. Whitney and Marci had come upstairs to check on Allie without disturbing her deep sleep, knowing she would need some time to heal mentally and physically.
Darwin nodded. “We’ll find out for sure in three days, but it makes sense.” He adjusted his body and sat up, making sure she was covered. “Allie said something that had me thinking.” He smiled, staring at their woman. “She’s smart, analyzes things too. We’re going to have fun distracting her. Anyway, she thinks Whitney’s parents found Marci and her for a reason. That it was some kind of predestined thing. She even has a name for the three of them, the Wicked Sisters. But think about it. Whitney is mated to our King, Marci belongs to the most powerful group of gargoyles, and if this Dark Moon is right, our little Fae here might be something more than she even knows. For that matter, who’s to say we aren’t going to change in three days, what this Dark Moon will do to us?”
“Damn, Darwin, when did you get all thinky…?” Steel said.
“‘Thinky’? Is that a word?” Lance laughed and punched Steel’s arm.
“You know what I mean,” he grumbled.
“I think it’s cute, and quit punching him,” Allie said, swinging her legs to the side of the bed while hanging on to Darwin as she adjusted the blanket to cover her.
Steel smiled and pushed him out of the way, then scooped Allie up into his arms.