Both books in one. The Crimson Covenant duet is a dark romantasy with plenty of spice and morally grey heroes.

From book one:

Their job should be to kill me.

Instead, I have become their favourite toy.

The bones of every blood witch mark the entrances to the human villages. Blood magic is forbidden.

Its evil incarnate.

Everybody knows that.

So, on my twentieth birthday, when my covens sacred blood rite ritual reveals me as the first blood witch to appear in the last twenty years, I fully expect my bones to be added to the pile.

What I dont expect is to be kidnapped by three egotistical, frustratingly gorgeous and devious witch-killing warrior immortals with a peculiar and insatiable taste for my blood.

Shaw, a domineering dream-walker who collects monsters.

Dorian, a broody shadow-master who likes to play with poppet dolls.

And Archie, a slightly unhinged wolf shifter who enjoys pushing everyones limits.

They want something from me but refuse to tell me what.

As Im dragged into a mess of dark magic, twisted desires and an all-consuming power that marks me for death, my list of enemies grows.

My old coven wants me back.

My ex-fiancé has become obsessed with making me pay for betraying him.

And secrets come to light that might just rip my soul to shreds.

What little soul Im clinging on to, at any rate.

From Book Two:

They stole me. Saved me. And then they betrayed me.

Now, my three monsters have made it brutally clear that they never intend to let me go.

I have three sexy-as-hell, bloodthirsty witch killers determined to make me love them even though they broke my mind, body and heart into a million pieces.

They are the reason the blood queen is back, and she's determined to restart a war that almost destroyed us all.

Her dark army has resurfaced.

My ex has joined her ranks, determined to make me pay for what I did to him.

And for some reason, they need me to achieve whatever dark desires they have planned.

My blood magic is growing stronger and taking on a life of its own. Almost as if something is calling to it. Something dark and ancient. It makes me powerful, but the stronger I get, the less of my soul there is.

Strangely, I'm okay with that.

My captors, however, are determined to save my soul and prove that I'm where I belong.

With them. In love. And the most powerful earth witch I can be.

But I'm a monster of their making.

A monster with teeth and a taste for their blood. A monster that wants revenge and is willing to do anything to get it.

Even sell my soul to the darkness calling out to me.

The lines between love, lust and hate are furiously blurred between us all.

But creatures like us don't know how to love.

So, game on, my beautiful monsters.

Your pixie is out for blood.