She was sixteen and already burning. He was twenty-five and had waited nine years to claim what the knot promised was his. Ember Stone rides bulls like she’s daring death to take her. Red hair, dark eyes, wolf blood screaming in her veins—she tames Red Rock in front of thirty thousand witnesses at the Calgary Stampede and, in the same heartbeat, lets Colton Reed drag her into the shadows and kiss her like he owns her soul. Because he does. Colton Reed doesn’t ask. He takes. Nine years of restraint forged him into something lethal—grey storm eyes, pentacle scarred over his heart, growl low enough to rattle bones. He watched her grow from a fearless twelve-year-old into the flame that would ruin him. Now he’s done waiting. He binds her wrists. Bites her throat. Fucks her raw in truck beds, on beaches, in barn lofts—marking every inch until she drips his name and the prairie hears who she belongs to. But fire like hers draws predators. A crowned queen wants her throne back and will burn everything to reclaim it. An ancient hollow line—starved by a ritual Betty Sue Stone shattered in 1978—hungers for virgin blood to feed its curse. And when Ember discovers she’s carrying Colton’s child, the darkness doesn’t whisper. It demands one drop. Three tiny hearts beat inside her now—marks already glowing: silver, gold, fused knot. They snarl before they cry. They shield before they breathe. Colton will kill gods to keep them breathing. Ember will ride through hell pregnant and smiling, daring anyone to try taking what’s hers. Some knots don’t break. They snarl. They bite. They ruin. And when the triple flame ignites, the hollow either feeds… or it burns alive. Ember & Iron is an extremely dark, possessive age-gap romance with explicit content, intense BDSM elements, graphic violence, pregnancy themes, supernatural horror, threats to infants, and morally complex obsession. For adult readers only who crave the brutal edge of love that devours. The knot doesn’t forgive. It claims. And it never lets go.