Her village suffers from famine and plague, and blame it on an adjacent camp of demons, who are trapped in the area by an ancient curse. When Lorna leaves to sacrifice herself to the evil creatures with the hopes of alleviating her people's misfortune, she doesn't know what to expect. What begins as a dangerous journey through a snowstorm, soon becomes a hot and steamy first-time sexual awakening, and nothing about the curse and about Lorna herself is quite what it seems. Excerpt: Sigrun let the fur cape drop from her shoulders, and pulled her back against his chest. He trapped her against him with one arm across her ribs, below her breasts. “Did you cast a spell to dispel the curse?” he asked, “Or is it just your presence?” His breath was hot on her ear. His other hand roamed down her side, down her thigh, below her ass. He squeezed one cheek, his handling rougher than Thrain’s had been. She lifted to her toes. “No spells,” she breathed. Thrain studied her face. She was keenly aware of how trapped she was, but Sigrun’s attentions were making it hard to think.
