Widow Elara Whitmore comes to Blackthorn Manor for quiet. The crumbling Victorian estate is hers now, an inheritance she never wanted. She plans to grieve, alone, with dust and locked rooms for company. The house disagrees.
The first night brings cold drafts and whispers that know her name. Shadows stretch across the walls. A man appears, half-formed, marked by fire Thorne Blackwood, dead for more than a century and bound to the manor by betrayal and rage. Fear comes first. Then something worse. Want.
Thorne slips into her sleep with an icy touch. His voice needles at the desires Elara buried with her husband. Each encounter blurs the edge between dread and need. As she digs into the estate’s history, the truth surfaces: a curse tying Thorne to her bloodline. The manor isn’t just haunted. It’s starving. For feeling. For intimacy. For her.
The deeper she sinks, the more his possession feels like refuge. Every surrender costs her ground her sanity, her freedom, maybe her soul. Breaking the curse means losing Thorne forever. Keeping him means yielding to shadows that promise endless closeness.
When love and torment feel the same, what does she choose?
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This heart-pounding story is a standalone installment in the Possessed Desires series where every dark entity hungers for more than just a soul.
Where the veil thins, want turns lethal. Possessed Desires dives into forbidden romances where vengeful ghosts, exiled demons, and cursed entities set their sights on human hearts. Each standalone story blends cold dread with heat: footsteps in empty halls, breath on a neck, salt and smoke in the air. Obsession drives the claims. Touches linger too long, leaving marks that burn. Promises whisper of ruin or devotion, sometimes both.
Heroines stand on the edge fear in their throats, desire pulling harder. Infernal bargains tighten. Hauntings creep closer. Minds fray as passion sharpens the danger. These dark paranormal romances live on that narrow line where love tangles with evil, and possession stops being abstract. It gets close. It gets personal.
How much darkness can you want before it wants you back?
