Into The Woods by L.V. Lane

There’s a path that runs straight through the village,
But it stops at the edge of the wood.
It halts at the borders between worlds,
For beyond, there lies nothing of good.
Hushed whispers all speak of what haunts there,
In the brack, in the depths of the fen –
The creatures both monstrous and gaunt there,
Not the village’s hale, hearty men.
But cradled in claws in the shadows –
Something kindles like flickering fire –
As hammering heart howls to run,
Something deeper stills, caught by desire.

Seventeen paranormal romance authors gathered together to bring you tales of people following their heart’s monstrous desires…directly into the deep, dark woods.