“Omg this was a standalone perfection!!

✨lonely broody mmc
✨insta-steam
✨only one cabin
✨trauma and angst
✨old gods & magic
✨she saves him
✨emotional damage to hea

Something about a sad broody mmc that lives with a cat in a cabin in the mountains just does it for me lolol, I love Reznyk so much and love how he’s so down bad so fast for Kyra 🤭 I loved her growth through the story and how they both balance each other out. I thought the world was very intriguing along with the magic, going to check out the other series next!” – sugar_jean, 5-star Amazon review

“Phenomenal! I was hooked from the start and couldn’t put this book down! I absolutely loved, loved it!!

Oh goodness where to start… the story was captivating! There’s gods, and magic, and twists and turns and so much in here.

The characters are what really made the story though! Kira is a fun sunshine woman who was honestly so entertaining to read. She was tough and compassionate.

Then there’s Reznyk. Now he was awesome!! I loved his hidden depths and how nothing was as it seemed with him.

Their relationship was so good!! I loved the connection between them and all the twists and turns the story took. There was a bit of everything in this one and you’re not going to want to miss this trust me!!

Want more reasons to read; enemies to lovers, villainish romance, forced proximity, secret identities, pasts, entertaining banter, found family, drinking games, hurt/comfort, sunshine/grumpy, cinnamon roll MMC, and more!” – Ashley, 5-star Amazon review

“I was completely hooked on Monster of the Dagger Mountains from start to finish, utterly absorbed in its world and characters, unable to put it down.

Kira was an easy character to love—sweet yet sassy, braver than she realizes, and fiercely determined. She deserves answers, real ones, about her past and present situation. I loved journeying alongside her as she hunted the Godkiller, with secrets unraveling that would change everything.

Then there’s Reznyk. My heart grew heavier the more I learned about him. He’s a man burdened by his past, haunted by what he once wanted, what he lost, and the choices that still weigh on his soul. He’s stuck in time, unable to move forward, until Kira forces him to face what’s in front of him.

Together? Absolute fire. Their chemistry is undeniable—charged with tension, sizzling attraction, and perfectly timed banter. Their first encounter at the Golden Peaks? Everything. But the road to love was anything but easy. Barriers stood between them, past and present colliding, yet finding each other was so worth it.

And the side characters? Tholious, Matius, and Zayne totally won me over. I wasn’t sure about them at first, but by the end, they had me completely invested. I’m hoping to see more of them in future books. And Xavier? The feisty little cat stole every scene he was in.

This book has it all—adventure, angst, growth, humor, and some seriously fantastic spice. A phenomenal read, and I cannot wait for the next installment!” – Laura, 5-star Amazon review

“Sweet screaming gods,” Zayne pants from in front of me. “Finally.”

I look away from my feet for the first time in hours. We’ve reached the top of a small ridge. The sharp edges of Desolation Peak glint in patchy moonlight that filters through the clouds. From this angle, Desolation Peak is the first in a string of mountains leading off into indecipherable darkness. 

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Matius announces.

I turn away from the mountain and see a tower.

My breath catches in the back of my throat just as a distant flash of lightning paints the underside of the storm clouds piled over the valley behind us. The tower clings to the far edge of the ridge like it’s holding on for dear life.

And, at the base of the dark stone monolith, there’s the warm orange glow of a fire.

Someone is waiting for us.

Another shiver forces its way through my body. Suddenly, standing on the edge of a mountain in the rain doesn’t seem so bad. Because we came here to hunt the man who killed an old god, and that ugly stone fortress perched beneath the mountains looks exactly like the kind of place he would be hiding.

Or, not hiding. Waiting, like a spider waits in the middle of its web.

Tholious clears his throat, but whatever he might have said is lost in another blast of wind and rain that hits my face like needles of ice.

“Great,” Zayne mutters. “So much for stealth. That fucker clearly knows we’re coming.”

I turn from the tower to the dark forest below me. Somewhere down there is the Golden Peaks Hunting Lodge, with the warm bed where I spent part of last night curled in the arms of a gorgeous man who was so polite he didn’t even rob me on his way out.

And what are the chances that I could find that place again on my own? Without slipping in the mud and breaking my neck or getting hopelessly lost in these damn mountains? With a sigh, I bring my gaze back to the ground and concentrate on following Tholious as he plods slowly toward the bright orange glow at the base of the tower.

As we follow the narrow lip of the ridge, the fire tucked inside the bottom of the tower casts its warm glow over rain-lashed trees and slick stones. Our slow progress gradually reveals an arched opening at the base of the structure that seems completely unguarded. Like there’s just a roaring fire inside a cozy, welcoming shelter in the middle of the uninhabited Dagger Mountains for absolutely no reason.

“Okay,” I whisper. “This is a trap, right?”

“Of course it’s a trap,” Matius hisses from behind me.

“And we’re walking right into it,” Zayne replies.

Tholious stops, perhaps sensing some of the fear that’s radiating off of my body, and the mercenaries gather behind him. I place myself between Zayne and the nearest boulder, just in case I can hide from the Godkiller who robbed the Towers.

“Hello?” Tholious calls.

Zayne makes a soft choking noise, like he’s trying not to laugh, and I have to agree with him. Hello? That’s a bold opening move, Tholious.

A figure appears in the doorway. I freeze; the night suddenly feels much colder. With the fire behind him, I can’t make out the man’s features, but he looks massive.

“Hello,” the figure replies.

Shit. Something about that voice—

“Master Reznyk Thorne,” Tholious replies.

Oh shit, shit, shit. I make a strangled gasping sound, then slam my mouth closed.

That’s why the name Reznyk was familiar. Reznyk Thorne was one of the four Elites. I never knew which one of the four stole the amulet, and I never had a damn thing to do with the Elites before they vanished from the Towers, so his name didn’t exactly sink in.

Still, how could I have missed this?

“We come from the Towers of Silver City,” Tholious continues, in a voice that’s far more confident than our situation actually warrants. He’s standing on the Godkiller’s doorstep, covered in mud and flanked by four exhausted, drenched mercenaries. Plus me. He should probably start apologizing, or maybe begging for his life.

Tholious falls silent. Another bolt of lightning dances across the sky, throwing the world into sudden silver light.

And now it’s unmistakable. The man standing in the archway of the evil-looking ruined tower in the middle of the Dagger Mountains is the same man I invited up to my room last night. Zayne whistles, soft and low under his breath.

“Holy hells,” Zayne whispers. “You fucked the Godkiller.”

“Shut up,” I hiss.

“You’re lucky he didn’t kill you,” Zayne continues.

“Stop,” I growl as thunder rumbles across the mountains.

“At least now we know what he was doing in the lodge last night,” Zayne says, under his breath. “Did he want you to whisper sensitive information about the Towers as foreplay?”

My cheeks burn; thank the gods it’s too dark for him to see. I drive my elbow into Zayne’s ribs. The bastard doesn’t even flinch.

“We’ve come to request an audience,” Tholious announces, oblivious to the way I’m trying to murder Zayne with my elbow.

“Really?” Reznyk replies. “In this weather?”

Tholious falls silent. Reznyk leans against the side of the arched entryway into the tower. Firelight plays across the curve of his full lips as he crosses his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow. He looks perfectly satisfied, like he’ll wait all night while Tholious stammers in the rain.

“Perhaps we could discuss this in the morning,” Zayne calls.

“Excellent idea,” Reznyk purrs.

He doesn’t move. The warm glow of the fire licks his features and plays across the folds of his cloak and the long, dark hair curling around his shoulders. He looks dry, warm, and somehow even more murderously sexy than he did last night. Thunder rumbles in the distance, echoing off the peaks surrounding the tower. I shiver beneath layers of wet cloth. Zayne whispers something that sounds like fuck. Finally, Tholious speaks. 

“May we seek shelter here?” Tholious asks.

His voice is softer, like he’s lost some of the cocky bravado he first had when he announced us. Reznyk shrugs, as if it’s all the same to him whether we stay in the rain or come by the fire he clearly lit to lure us in.

“For tonight only,” Reznyk says. “And do not climb the stairs. I doubt you’d like what you’d find,” he finishes, with a wicked grin.

With that, he retreats behind the curved entrance. There’s the sound of a door slamming shut, and then we all stare at each other as rain howls around the tower.

“Fuck it,” Zayne mutters. “Let’s go in.”

Zayne pushes past me, and the other mercenaries follow. Matius gives Tholious so much space it would be funny under any other circumstance. 

And we all walk directly into the trap.