Leo thought it would be easy money—five hundred bucks for a night at the abandoned Blackwood farm. But the cornfields hold more than silence and shadows. They hold her.
Bound to a wooden cross, the scarecrow is no lifeless figure. She's alive—watching, waiting, needing. Rooted in the earth but burning with lust, she's a creature of bark and flesh, curves and power. When Leo touches her, the spell breaks—and she awakens hungry.
What follows is a night of relentless, supernatural sex, where Leo finds himself taken, ridden, and claimed by a being older than memory. Her roots twist deep into him—body, mind, and soul—while his body refuses to go soft, no matter how many times she uses him. Every hole she offers is his to fill, and every thrust seals the pact deeper.
But this is no ordinary hook-up. This is a claiming—final, feral, forever. Leo may have entered the cornfield for a dare... but he'll never leave it the same. Or leave it at all.
