Astaroth

Nadia Almeida summoned a demon and got the wrong one. She wanted a grunt; she got Astaroth, grand duke of a hell she does not believe exists, bound to her kitchen floor by a mistranslation neither of them can fix. He cannot leave until she fulfills the contract. She has no intention of fulfilling it. She has a list of humans who killed her sister, and she intends to use him for every one of them. Eleven months of shared coffee, shared curses, and shared arguments about whether humanity is worth saving later, Nadia finds the fine print. The summoner pays. He has known since the first hour. He never told her. By the time their enemies reach the door, she knows exactly what the price is, and she is going to pay it, because that is what she does. What she does not know is what he will do to stop her. A dark enemies-to-lovers fantasy romance with claws.