Margot — Mistress of Erotic Horror Beneath a moon that looks more like a wound than a beacon, Margot moves like a provocation you can’t resist. Her ginger hair spills like embers, her smile is a promise that tastes of…

I used warm oil. Then cold steel. You moaned. You bled. You begged. You succumbed to pain and pleasure.

They said the Heart grove Forest devoured those who strayed too deep. No teeth, but want. With hunger. soft, slick mouths hidden in shadows, and voices that licked at your thoughts. Elira was warned, of course. But something inside her—something…

Three of them. Not human. Not entirely. Horned. Eyes like polished obsidian. Bare chests slick with dew and muscle. Their scent was earthy, primal, sweet like rot and roses. One stepped forward and curled a finger under her chin, lifting…

They said the forest wasn’t real. That it only appeared to women who dreamed with their thighs clenched and their mouths half-open in the dark. That it waited—alive, ancient, dripping with need—for the kind of girl who woke soaked and…