Stop it, I can’t take much more. It wraps around my waist in the morning, winds around my legs at noon, and by night, it slips right under my clothes—can’t shake it off. After a catastrophic research vessel accident in the Puerto Rico Trench, Elara thought her life was over. Instead, she woke up in a glowing, bioluminescent palace at the bottom of the world, kept as a "pet" by a creature who shouldn't exist. He is Kaelen—a colossal, silver-haired deity with golden slit pupils and endless, shimmering tentacles that never want to let her go. He tells her she can only breathe through his essence; to leave him is to embrace certain death. But as his heated coils wrap tighter around her each night, Elara finds herself fearing his absence more than his possessive embrace. Is it survival, or have the whispers of the deep finally claimed her heart?

It all started with a lie. Two years undercover, nurturing a fabricated love to take down the biggest drug dealer in the West. Adrian Cross was my target, and I was the perfect weapon: a rose with poisoned thorns. I captured him, smiled at his suffering, and thought the medal of honor was guaranteed. But he escaped. Now, the hunter has become the hunted. He doesn't just want revenge; he wants to possess me. "I will reclaim my rose," he wrote in blood. And he's willing to set the world on fire to do it, starting by turning my deceitful love into a real… and fatal addiction.

Como bióloga de alto nível no Instituto de Biologia, após um experimento fracassado, acabei sendo retaliada e sequestrada pelo homem-cobra que eu mesma criei...

Na noite anterior ao registro do nosso casamento, aconteceu a despedida de solteiro. Meu noivo tomou apenas duas taças de bebida antes de, de repente, cobrir o rosto com as mãos e começar a chorar. — Eu ainda não consigo esquecê-la… o que eu faço? A atmosfera alegre do salão congelou instantaneamente. Todos olharam para mim, constrangidos. Depois, peguei o telefone e liguei para aquela garota, pedindo que viesse buscá-lo.

Nunca duvidei de seu amor, até que, ao ir sozinha ao escritório, a porta secreta entreaberta revelou gemidos e, ao abri-la, deparei-me com duas figuras nuas, brancas como facas cravadas nos meus olhos, e não consegui conter um grito estridente.