Thing by Stasia Black

I went in search of miracles… and stumbled upon a monster instead. In return for the healing I was so desperate for, I just had to make one teensy weensie promise…
To be his consort for, uh…forever.
To say I wasn’t exactly thinking things through when I said yes was an understatement.
And now I’ve been whisked away to a castle in a wintry wonderland with a ginormous, ferocious chimera. You know, lion-like head, goat horns, big freaking wings. Yeah.
And he’s just deposited me on his bed, ready to start making good on that whole consort promise. Apparently forever starts NOW.
Gulp.

Thing – Being the angel of death’s a lonely gig, and Thing’s been alone all his life, even when he wasn’t chained to a dungeon wall half-mad for two centuries.
He’s not like his brothers.
He’s come to prefer his solitude. Or so he thinks.
Because when a fierce woman with covered in blood comes crashing through the forest into his many arms, he begins to wonder if he might just want a consort of his very own…