My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Naomi knows the rules on Timbur: never remove your gloves around an unmated male, or you risk triggering a mating bond. So at the Dark Moon Costume Ball, she keeps her gloves firmly on and avoids Chief — the brooding, devastatingly handsome Xylan miner who’s been watching her all night and has a reputation for harsh words. But when midnight strikes and a strange mist fills the cavern, Naomi collapses with the others. She wakes to find her glove missing and her bare hand clasped in Chief’s. The bond has snapped into place, and his growled “You’re mine” makes it clear her life has just changed forever.
A fast, dramatic read with all the intrigue you’d want from a masked ball — the mystery, the anonymity, and the electric tension of Naomi and Chief watching each other from across the room long before either of them speaks. That mutual awareness gives the whole story a delicious slow-burn edge, even as the plot leans into instalove territory. Naomi is wonderfully strong and feisty, refusing to be intimidated even when everything spirals out of her control, and Chief is exactly the kind of determined, unshakeable presence who matches her perfectly. The claiming ceremony adds a burst of high‑stakes drama that fits the world and their dynamic so well. Short, punchy, and novella‑like, this story delivers quick chemistry, bold emotion, and a satisfying hit of destiny‑driven romance. This was an MF story with mature content.
*** Note this was originally released within a charity anthology. This rerelease is expanded, and includes an all-new epilogue!
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