Excerpts: the Haven Realm box set by Mila Young

Posted February 19th 2019 by The Faerie Queen in Blog Tours, Excerpts, Giveaways / 0 Comments

Excerpts: the Haven Realm box set by Mila Young

The first three books in the Haven Realm series by Mila Young are available now in one convenient set, and they’re free with Kindle Unlimited! Enjoy an excerpt from each below, then enter the giveaway at the end!


About the set

Haven Realm Box Set

Excerpts: the Haven Realm box set by Mila Young
This book may be unsuitable for people under 17 years of age due to its use of sexual content, drug and alcohol use, and/or violence.
Author: Mila Young
Publisher: Mila Young
Release date: February 11th 2019
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Reverse Harem, Romance, Retelling
Pages: 813
Add to TBR: Goodreads
Purchase: Amazon UK | Amazon US

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Mila Young's 3 Reverse Harem Fairy Tale Retellings in a box set!

Hunted (A Haven Realm Novel)

Little Red Riding Hood. Three Big Bad Wolves. A Poisonous Scheme.

Scarlet, a healer, lives nestled in the forest surrounded by humans on one side and wolves on the other. But when a rogue wolf attacks her, she's rescued by another pack and taken deep into their den to perform her healing magic on an injured Alpha.

The wolves in the forest are under threat from a mysterious affliction, and Scarlet is the only hope they have left. Faced with a mixed pack of threatened shifters, Scarlet must use her wits and magic to survive and unravel the strange affliction now affecting the wolves... All while trying to navigate an overpowering attraction to not just one, but three of the Alphas.

Witches, wolves, magic and love intertwine in an exciting mystery that finds its own, unique, 'Happily Ever After.'

Cursed (A Haven Realm Novel)

Beauty and the Four Beasts. A Deadly Curse. A Fallen Kingdom.

With magic banned in the human realm, Bee, a powerful witch, has had to offer her services in secret. When a request to break a curse comes from the dangerous mountains and royal bear shifters, Bee is hesitant, but winter is coming and funds are tight.

At the castle, Bee finds things are not quite what she was led to believe. The curse Bee is meant to break has reached its zenith, siphoning off the Prince's life while preventing him from controlling his shifting abilities. He is volatile, angry, and far stronger than she had imagined. His brothers, who commissioned her, present her with a challenge - fix it, or lose everything.

Soon the curse is spreading throughout the castle, taking brother alike. It's a race against the clock, buffeted by dark magic, intrigue, and a strange attraction that has her looking at the four brothers in a new light.

Entangled (A Haven Realm Novel)

Tangles of death, danger, and monsters. Rapunzel and her sexy shifters must escape a witch’s vengeance.

At the age of eight, Elliana lost her father, her future, and her freedom in exchange for eternal captivity. Not to mention unimaginably long hair.

Trapped in a tower by a magical gargoyle, Elliana chances a few daring and ill-fated escapes in search of a powerful, hidden weapon, which could free her and kill the stone creature once and for all. But to do that, she must summon a sly dragon shifter, a ferocious lion shifter with way too much baggage, and a devious tiger shifter. But the witch who hexed her is returning to finish Elliana. Can she save herself and the heroic three shifters she’s slowly losing her heart to before they all die?

Dragons, lions, magical hair and love merge in this heart-wrenching tale that finds its own, unique, 'Happily Ever After.'

Note: Each book in the Haven Realm series is a standalone book


About Mila Young

Bestselling Author, Mila Young tackles everything with the zeal and bravado of the fairytale heroes she grew up reading about. She slays monsters, real and imaginary, like there's no tomorrow.

By day she rocks a keyboard as a marketing extraordinaire. At night she battles with her might pen-sword, creating fairytale retellings, and sexy ever after tales. In her spare time, she loves pretending she's a mighty warrior, walks on the beach with her dogs, cuddling up with her cats, and devouring every fantasy tale she can get her pinkies on.




“Get undressed,” Oryn broke through my thoughts, letting go of my arm and pulling at my sleeve.

“Hey.” I slapped his hand away. “Don’t manhandle me. Understand? And no one is taking my clothes off but me.” And Nero, it seemed. Crap.

“Sharlot, this—”

“It’s Scarlet.” I rolled my eyes.

“Your garments carry your scent and will slow us down. We need a distraction.”

My pulse was racing as I looked back, praying the wolves weren’t close. Oryn stood there, his gaze wild. Yet mine dipped down his body because I had zero control. Oh, sweet heavens. He was bigger than Nero in the downstairs department!

“Hurry. Later you will have plenty of time to study me.”

I arched a brow and looked up as the corner of his mouth turned upward. For the love of wolfsbane, he had me burning up, and I turned away, unbuttoning my vest. Yep, because my options were either face the wolves or get into the river. Though I had no idea why I had to get naked. When I twisted to protest, Oryn towered over me.

“Quickly, Sharlot.”

I sighed, clear he wasn’t going to pronounce my name correctly, and I somehow suspected with his light accent, he was trying his best.

The snap of foliage came from within the woodland, and I toed off my boots, then pulled off my shirt, pants, and underwear.

Oryn reached over and grabbed my belongings before bunching them into a ball and running down the bank at least fifteen feet. He then tossed them into the forest and my boots farther away.

“Those were my favorite boots,” I mumbled to myself.

A grunt sounded louder from somewhere near.

I twitched and spun, searching for the culprit.

Oryn snatched my wrist and hauled me into the river. “Quick.”

I covered my breasts with an arm, and a scream of protest wedged in my throat for agreeing to lose my clothes and remain naked in the wolves’ territory. But getting eaten wasn’t an option, and when the heavy snarls emerged from within the forest, I moved with haste.

Oryn smiled but didn’t say a word as he drew me deeper. Iciness lapped to my waist, and the pebbly river bottom stabbed my feet. I winced. He leaned over, slid a hand under my knees and another behind my back, lifting me off my feet, and cradled me in his arms.

The air gushed from my lungs. We pressed against each other, naked. He kept moving, the coldness splashing up and over my stomach.

I shivered. “I c-can w-walk.”

“You’re too slow. Now hold on.”


“Sure you’re not.” I curled my hands in my lap. Okay, they were all loonies. “You know, his curse might accelerate as the full moon approaches, so maybe someone should chain him up when he’s not in his cage.”

Raze burst out laughing and slapped the table several times. What the hell was his problem?

“Oh, Talin,” Raze began. “You are so getting added to Bee’s erotica in a bondage scene. I see it now! You’re tied to a wall, and she’s in charge.”

Fire hit my cheeks, and I burned up in an instant. Was he talking about my writing? “What did you just say?”

Leven butted in. “Am I going to be in it?”

My stomach plummeted, and my brain numbed at the realization that not only had Raze searched for me in the bedroom, but he’d searched through my belongings and read my tale. I balled my hands into fists. How dare he!?

“Leven, we’re both already in the story, and damn, this girl has a filthy mind. You should see what she wants to do with us.”

“Shut up!” I yelled, trembling as anger raged in my veins, while embarrassment had me blushing.

“I want to read this now!” Leven glanced my way, his head nodding, his mouth opened as if he were a starved dog.

Raze smirked. “I never knew you felt that way, but I’m ready whenever you are.”

Mortified, I pushed away from the table. What I’d written that morning was a stupid fantasy, and private. And I hadn’t done any editing on it yet.

Four sets of gazes watched me in awe as I stood with my back to the fire, the heat wrapping around me. “I’m an author who writes romance. Not erotica. And you two”—I pointed at Raze and Leven—“are not in my story. They’re fictional characters.” I never should have made the characters bear shifters or described them like the two princes. I gripped my hips, refusing to admit I’d used them as my inspiration. “And who gave you the right to go through my stuff?”

“Your book lay open on the bed when I went to fix the sheets.” Raze wiggled his eyes my way.

“Liar! No way in hell were you making my bed!” I gulped for air, no longer able to stand being in their company.

Ash’s fingers found my hand, stroking me. “Hey, Bee, can I be in your story too?”

“Gah!” I spun and stormed out of the kitchen.

Behind me, their laughter boomed. Assholes, the lot of them. When I reached my bedroom, I slammed the door shut and locked myself in. “Bastard. Dickhead.”

I stared over at the bed, where the sheets were pristine and pulled tight over the mattress, as was the blanket. And right there on the puffed-up pillow was my book, left open. I marched closer and discovered on a new page with handwriting that wasn’t mine:

Bee, I will never just take you from behind. I’m not an animal. I’ll strip you naked, lick every inch of you, and then I’ll make you mine.


“Keep quiet, Princess,” he mumbled to himself, waving me off with a hand as he scanned the forest. He didn’t see me as a threat at all—merely treated me as an inconvenience. Who the hell was this man to come into my home and walk all over me?

Fire hit my chest. “How dare you talk to me like that?” I marched up to him and kicked the back of his knee.

That’s it. Take him down.

He groaned and fell forward, his arms flaying outward for balance to avoid falling out the window.

When he dropped to his knees, I lunged after him and swung my blade, pressing it to his throat. “Speak,” I hissed in his ear. “Because I’m crazy, you know, so my knife might slip.”

“You’re a wannabe princess in a tower, and you have no idea who you’re dealing with.” His gravelly voice littered my skin with goosebumps—not from fear, but from just how rousingly sexy he sounded. Fine. I had a problem with husky male voices. They were my weakness big time.

“Why are you here and who are you?” I demanded.

Another loud sigh from him.

“Hurry up and answer,” I said.

Stop wasting time. Just jab once and toss him outside. Easy.

“What’s wrong with you? You tell me to stab everyone lately.”

In a flash, Mr. Handsome grasped my knife-wielding hand and wrenched me forward in the time it took him to leap to his feet.

I cried out as I lurched forward, except his grip never loosened. He yanked me back around, and I crashed into his rock-hard chest.

My breaths expelled, but he already walked me backward at a brisk pace and pinned me to the wall on the other side of the window. Electricity ignited in the pit of my stomach.

I gasped and writhed under him, but he held on to me, and I might as well have been trapped between two boulders. Yet something roused within me—something thrilling and provoking. The way his eyes pierced into me left me curious to understand who exactly this man was. Why I found myself strangely attracted to him when any normal person would have thrown him out the window for trespassing in their home. But I couldn’t toss him to the gargoyle outside my tower. Not when his fingers pressed into my arms, his body plastered against mine, and his breaths sped up.

“My name’s Reed.” He kept his voice low, as if afraid someone would hear him outside while he wrested the blade from my hand and tossed it to the floor.

I sizzled with heat at being so close to him, though it wasn’t as if I hadn’t been with a man. In the past few years, I’d explored the opposite sex, their manliness, how they stirred something raw within me, and I even dated one for a while. His name was Gage, and I still pined for him. He had been deliciously exciting, but it didn’t work out because I couldn’t tell him where I lived, or why I could only meet him at the night.

He’d once followed me home, and I freaked out. I’d screamed at him to never visit my place. I’d broken it off, terrified of what could have happened. Telling him about the gargoyle wasn’t an option because he’d confront the creature and end up dying.

But now with Reed towering over me and his body wedged up against mine, a spark within rallied forward, and I pushed aside my worries for a few moments. I couldn’t stop myself from wondering what it would be like to touch all his muscles. My body trembled beneath him while my head screamed to get the hell out of there.



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