Flame’s Desire: A Steamy BWWM Interracial Multicultural Standalone Dark Fae Reverse Harem Paranormal Fantasy Romance (THORNS & THRONES #2)

What would you do if four immortal warriors refused to let you die?DESTA
I was supposed to die with my unit.
Seven soldiers went home in coffins. I went home with a medal, a destroyed shoulder, and nightmares that never stop. Three years of therapy, bourbon, and pretending I'm fine when I'm anything but. Three years of being the Black woman who survived when nobody expected her to—and hating herself for it every single day.
Then fire ripped open the sky and I fell through.
Now I'm in a realm that runs on magic and war. Monsters made of void and ice want me dead. And four fae males—ancient, powerful, pale as moonlight and looking at me like I'm the answer to their prayers—have decided I belong to them.
Their High Warlord has commanded armies for six hundred years, but one look at me and all that iron control shatters. Their berserker hasn't smiled in two centuries—now he can't stop. Their strategist calculates everything except how fast I unravel him. And their healer? He fixes everyone but himself, and he's convinced I'm the cure he's been waiting for.
They call me the White Flame. Say my fire will save their world from the darkness coming to swallow it whole.
I call it impossible.
I'm no savior. I'm just a soldier who got really good at not dying. A girl from Oakland who learned early that the world doesn't hand Black women happy endings—we have to fight for every scrap we get, and even then, it can be snatched away in a heartbeat.
But their fire calls to mine. Their touch makes me feel things I buried in the sand with my unit. And the bond forming between us doesn't care about the worlds between us, doesn't care that I'm human and they're not, doesn't care that loving people gets them killed.
The Hollow King is waking. An army of void is rising. And I'm falling for four males I can't afford to lose.
I survived the worst day of my life once.
Surviving them might actually break me.


ZAREK
Six hundred years I've led this court.
I buried my first mate. Swore I'd never feel that depth of loss again. Built walls so high nothing could touch me.
Then she fell from the sky—human, brown-skinned and beautiful, furious and magnificent—and burned through every defense I had.
She doesn't bow. Doesn't beg. She stares down void creatures that slaughter my warriors and asks if that's the best they've got. She carries wounds we can see and deeper ones we can't, and she fights like someone who stopped caring whether she lives or dies.
That ends now.
Her fire burns white. Hotter than anything in our history. One look at her and the bond I'd given up on roared to life in my chest. My brothers felt it too—Rhain, Caden, Evren. We've shared everything for centuries. Now we'll share her.
She belongs to us. We know it in our blood, our fire, our souls.
The problem? She's spent three years trying to disappear. She thinks she doesn't deserve to be saved. Thinks caring about people is a death sentence. Thinks those walls around her heart will hold forever.
She's wrong.
The void is coming. The Hollow King is waking. Our realm is dying. But I will burn down every obstacle between me and her heart. My brothers will stand beside me. And by the time we're done, Desta Amari will know exactly what it means to be claimed by four males who would watch worlds burn before letting her go.
She's not just our salvation.
She's our everything.
And we don't share with anyone but each other.