A night of sacred violation, where bone meets altar and madness begins.
Nicole asked to be 'sacrificed' to royalty. She expected silk sheets, incense, maybe being bathed before offering herself up for worship.
Instead, she got the Bone King.
He does not breathe. He has no flesh.
Only insatiable, endless hunger.
Driven insane by the need for a climax he will never reach.
Tonight, she is his altar.
He'll worship her with ruin—and leave her sanctified in screams.
Content Notes:
- May cause sudden interest in archaeology
- And an unnatural interest in the inappropriate usage of bones
- MF
- Doing it with the undead
All Midnight Den books are short stories — unapologetically 100% smut and 0% plot.
Each book is a standalone and can be read in any order.
They are not love stories with HEAs — they are one night of filthy fun. Usually no romance, aftercare, or emotional resolution.
Not for the faint of heart. You'll need a fire extinguisher for your e-reader, a lawyer for your depravity, and exorcising in a bucket of holy water for your warped soul by the time you're done with the series.
Graphic, explicit content for adult readers only. Will be highly offensive to some readers!
There's a Midnight Den in almost every city. Monster 'Fudging' is big business. Others rarely mix with humans in romantic relationships—we're beneath them, the lowest rung on the evolutionary ladder. But within each species, there are always those willing to take our money for a night of pure, feral debauchery.
From midnight to six a.m., every carnal desire is yours to claim. Tentacles, claws, and otherworldly 'members' will plunder you to nirvana. Whether you want your monster to deliver degradation, worship, restraint, or pure ruin, nothing is forbidden. Everything is encouraged.
Welcome to the Midnight Den. Time to unleash your beast.
