Dani Vasquez spent five years building her research. Her thesis advisor published it in three months.
The university won't help. The department chair won't help. The legal system won't help. But Maya — who went from broke to inexplicably fine overnight — slides her a business card with just an address on it.
Go when you're desperate enough.
Below & Partners doesn't look like much. The lighting is wrong, the receptionist doesn't blink enough, and the magazines in the waiting room are dated sometime in 1987 and also next April. But they handle problems that conventional channels can't. And they've assigned her case to Dorian — their most senior partner, who is ancient and coldly beautiful and finds the entire situation personally offensive.
His price: thirty days. Three social obligations. She poses as his human companion.
It sounds manageable.
It is not manageable.
Because Dorian keeps appearing in her apartment without knocking. And attending her seminars without warning. And reading her stolen thesis with an expression on his face that looks, inconveniently, like fury on her behalf. And somewhere between the infernal dinner parties and the evidence gathering and the moment he put his hand at the small of her back and said mine like it was simply a fact —
Dani stops being sure which part of the deal she's most invested in keeping.
The Price of Pride is a standalone demon romance with a guaranteed HEA, dry wit, forced proximity, and a two-thousand-year-old Pride demon who expresses affection through meticulous documentation.
