Untamed Gargoyles Collection 1: Includes 4 Short Stories

This collection features these 4 stories-



Choosing the Gargoyle She trades an unwanted suitor for a gargoyle’s claim—and finds a heat she never saw coming.

Kelia

I volunteer to be a gargoyle’s mate, desperate to escape a suitor who’s already left marks on me I won’t forgive. It’s my way out, a leap into the unknown, but I don’t expect Gryth—tall, winged, and hotter than sin. His touch should scare me, but it doesn’t; it lights me up, makes me want to press closer, to feel more. I’m here to break free, but now I’m wondering how good it’ll feel to let him take me.



Caught by the Gargoyle A forbidden mountain holds secrets—and a gargoyle who might claim her heart.

Velena

I’ve spent years buried in dusty texts, fighting for a chance to prove gargoyles aren’t extinct. Now, I’m here, heart pounding as I climb into their hidden world, ready to record their secrets. But Korrin, with his granite skin and eyes like polished obsidian, isn’t what I expected. His presence is a challenge, his touch a temptation that threatens to unravel my focus. I want to be the first to tell their story, but I’m starting to crave his story most of all.



Offering for the Gargoyle A garland meant as a welcome weaves a steamy bond between a village herbalist and a gargoyle who won’t let her go.

Ashkar

Talia’s garland is a signal my kind recognizes instantly—a mate’s offering. Her scent, sweet and ripe, calls to every instinct I possess, urging me to claim her. As captain of the Cragspire Guard, I’ve never wanted a human until her curves and courage ignite a hunger I can’t deny. I want her in my arms, her sighs mine alone, and I’ll show her how a gargoyle stakes his claim.



Escaping with the Gargoyle A fierce hunter and a primal gargoyle, trapped together in a frozen mountain cell, discover a dangerous attraction that could set them free—or bind them forever.

Kaylin

I’m no stranger to the wild, my bow and blade carving out a life of respect in my village. But this icy cell tests me, and the gargoyle across the fire tests me more. Thorne’s all muscle and smoldering eyes, his voice a low rumble that promises warmth in ways I shouldn’t want. I crave the thrill of the hunt, but his heated gaze makes me ache for a different kind of chase—one where I might not mind being caught.