What happens when a nonbinary fae assassin with poison touch picks up a sexy hitchhiker who turns out to be a masochist fae shapeshifter? Things get hot, heavy, and bloody quick.
Smoke loves humans—breaking them, using them, leaving them wanting. They're fragile little creatures, so easy to unravel. So when they spot a lone hitchhiker on the side of the road—lips chapped, eyes defiant, a body made for sin—they think, why not? A quick distraction before they move on with their mission.
But Kae isn't human and he doesn't break so easily.
Kae likes humans, too. He likes them running, begging, and screaming. When a pretty little thing pulls over to give him a ride he's beside himself. What luck? But then things get steamy and Kae's never been kissed let alone devoured. Every touch is painful bliss and makes him want them more and more.
Power dynamics switch. The hunter becomes hunted. There's no safe word in a game like this. Only the question—who will survive the night?
Sloane Sabel writes like a sinner with ink-stained hands and blood on her lips. Her stories are fever-dream romances where monsters seduce, the shadows bite back, and desire always comes with teeth. Queer, kinky, and unrepentantly dark, she drags her readers into the underworld and dares them to beg for more.
When she isn’t weaving tales of obsession and ruin, she’s haunting playlists, drinking too much tea, and whispering to the moon. Her work isn’t for the faint of heart—it’s for the ones who crave ruin, ache for monstrosity, and know love is always sharper when it draws blood.