She stumbled into a cursed forest. She wasn’t supposed to survive. She definitely wasn’t supposed to fall for its monster.

Rowan was having a bad day. Lost in the Thornwood with a twisted ankle and a growing suspicion that the trees were watching her, things couldn’t get worse.

Then the goblins attacked.

Saved by a nine-foot werewolf lord with claws like daggers and eyes like molten amber, Rowan discovers two impossible truths: she possesses an ancient healing magic that hasn’t been seen in three centuries, and the wolf has claimed her as his mate with a single devastating bite.

Lord Fenris Thornveil has been fighting alone for three hundred years. The last of his bloodline. The sole protector of a dying forest. He never expected a sharp-tongued woman with no sense of self-preservation to crash into his war and refuse to leave. He certainly never expected the wolf to choose her --- instantly, irrevocably, with a claim that binds them body and soul.

Now Rowan must master magic she barely understands, fight alongside a beast who watches her like she’s the answer to a prayer he stopped saying centuries ago, and confront a goblin shaman whose poison is rotting the Thornwood from the roots up.

The forest is dying. The bond between them is growing. And the wolf isn’t the only one who wants to claim what’s his.

Bride of the Thornwood Lord is a standalone dark fairy tale romance featuring a snarky heroine, a brooding werewolf lord who falls first (and falls hard), a talking crow with zero filter, fated mates, knotting, primal claiming, and a happily ever after that grows roots.