Savage Saints

After the Reckoning, the South didn't die.

It turned holy.

The world ended in fire, ash, and scripture. What crawled out of it wasn't civilization. It was enclaves, trailer-kingdoms, and cults that learned how to turn fear into law.

Selah Crow has spent her whole life behind a fence she thought was built to keep monsters out.

She was wrong.

It was built to show them exactly where to find her.

When the Iron Gospel comes for her, they don't come screaming. They come like a sermon. Quiet. Certain. Hungry. By morning, Selah's life is soaked in blood, her sister is gone, and the only man dangerous enough to help her is the one every ruined thing in the South knows to fear.

Malek Vane.

The Crownless Wrath.

The monster the cult raised and the man who doesn't kneel for God, scripture, or saints.

Malek knows what the Iron Gospel wants from Selah. He knows why the Hollowborn listen when she screams. And he knows saving her might mean dragging them both back into the holy rot that made him.

Selah should run from him. From his violence. From his secrets. From the way he looks at her like devotion was always meant to have teeth.

But in a world where prayers rot, monsters hunt, and men call cruelty salvation, Selah learns the most dangerous thing left isn't the end of the world.

It's being wanted by the man who survived it.

For readers who want post-apocalyptic dark romance, religious horror, a morally black hero, enemies-to-lovers with teeth, and devotion that feels a little too much like damnation.