She felt his tongue glide over her shoulder, his breath warm as his lips pressed against her bare skin. His left hand pinned both of hers above her head, firm and unyielding. He didn’t rush his mouth moved slowly, trailing down to her collarbone, then between the curve of her chest.
“Lucas…” she breathed, a soft moan slipping past her lips. But he neither stopped nor opened his eyes.
“I warned you, didn’t I?” His voice was low, edged with dark amusement. “But my dear Vie had to know. So now…” He leaned closer, his mouth brushing her skin again. “I’ll show you what it means to wake me.”
When Evie accepts an invitation to the Lord of Havethrone’s masquerade ball, she doesn’t expect much certainly not to find herself drawn into a world of shadowed halls, whispered legends, and a masked man whose gaze seems to unravel her.
Lucas Thorne is charming, powerful, and dangerously inhuman. No one sees the Lord of Havethrone and returns unchanged.
Author’s Note
Dear Reader,
Thank you for stepping into the world of Lucas Thorne. This story is a blend of mystery, quiet romance, and gothic charm, stitched together with characters who feel deeply, make mistakes, and keep going anyway. It’s about truth hiding behind masks, the pull between light and shadow, and the quiet strength it takes to see someone for who they really are.
Evie’s journey is one of trust, discovery, and courage in a world that doesn’t always make sense. And Lucas—well, he has his own ghosts to face. I hope their story stays with you, even after the last page.
Thank you for reading. Whether you're here for the secrets, the slow-burn tension, or the quiet moments by firelight—I’m so glad you found your way here.
With all my heart,
Winters🥰
Author’s Note
Dear Reader,
Thank you for stepping into the world of Lucas Thorne. This story is a blend of mystery, quiet romance, and gothic charm, stitched together with characters who feel deeply, make mistakes, and keep going anyway. It’s about truth ...
