Blood on the Ice
Ｈｏｎｏｒｉｓ． Ｖｅｒｉｔａｓ． Ｐｏｔｅｎｔｉａ．
The Society tried to punish me by sending me to State U to reign in the corruption, but I have news for them.
Fighting with my ex's loyal toadies and fending off five men who are determined to get under my skin wasn’t on my bucket list, but Morgana LeCiel never backs down from a challenge.
Nothing is going to stop me from securing my freedom--not even the dead bodies that keep turning up.
Veiled Flames
Welcome to Discordia University… let the games begin.
One letter.
That was all it took to change the course of my life forever.
Typing too quickly in the application program cost me my dreams of finally being accepted for who I am and now I'm stuck here.
Discordia University's acceptance made everything I knew go up in a puff of sulfur.
Demons are real and they just admitted me into their elite boys' school.
Unfortunately, my name is Kat, not Kit, and I'm a girl.
My caseworker was right; I was born under a bad sign.
Hell on Wheels
Speed is my vice of choice.
The smell of sweat, the sound of a purring engine, the crash of bodies, the taste of adrenaline—I’m addicted to it whether on the boards or on the road.
Being the captain of the Babe City Bombers was my escape from the pressures of being a Guardian. When my ex-best friend decides to join our team’s biggest rival, their hazing prank leads me to a pattern of similar beatings that bring all three of my worlds together.
Before long, I end up in the sights of a shifter mafia, a psychotic team of derby girls gone wild, and a mysterious magic user pulling strings behind the scenes.
And as if my life wasn’t spinning out already, a group of flaming hot guys—including my stepbrother Rebel—decide to to jockey for pole position.
On your mark… get set… Rogue.
F.E.A.R. Academy
Welcome to my so-called life—I live in a post-COVID nightmare where supernaturals like me get blamed for the pandemic then locked up by the delightful Federated Human States of America.
Stripped of our rights? Check.
Shoved into reeducation camps? Double check.
My partners in crime—Thaddeus and Huck —attend the mandated university-level education at F.E.A.R. Academy with me. It’s only our second week of classes, but when the humans announce fresh ‘shipments’ of supernaturals, I know something is wrong.
What’s a dystopian hellhole without more prisoners, amirite?
Surprise, surprise—this is part of the FHSA’s latest genius plan: the first annual Supernatural Unified Challenge of Endurance.
Our prize? A ticket to a special community for loyal followers.
With the stakes sky-high and my patience running thin, I’ve got to juggle my chaotic feelings about my friends and the three sexy, yet dangerous, new guys they assigned us. We have to work together to survive the first challenge, but the tempers are hot and I’m about to overload.
What’s it say about me that I don’t know if I’m going to choose freedom over odd thumping of my heart when they’re around?
Questionable Enchantment
Whoever said money can’t buy happiness was definitely rich.
Writing stories that bring readers joy has been my dream since I was a little girl, but it sure as hell doesn’t pay the bills.
At least, it doesn’t if you aren’t willing to do a lot of questionable things to get ahead.
That means I’m stuck as a stringer for several news outlets writing puff pieces for the online blogs being paid by the installment like I’m freaking Dickens.
I’m not a math whiz, but he definitely made more than me when adjusted for inflation.
But I keep plugging because it’s my passion.
That is, until one fateful night in May when one of my papers sends me to cover a festival for the local coven.
What happened next changed my life forever.
The Beast Rising
Long before my Beast and Taurus, I invited another predator into my bed...
When I moved to The Rift, I left my former life behind in favor of the Resistance.
I swore I'd never let another sociopath take over my world like Clea did.
Wilde caught my eye one night in Dirty Deeds and I knew I was in trouble.
His relationship with me allowed Sari to beg for admittance into the Resistance.
How could I have known that gentle Wilde would be my undoing?
Rise of the Resistance
Randomly waking up with claws and fangs puts a major crimp in your relationships—who knew?
A year ago, I escaped to the Rift to evade a tormentor from my past. It took time, but I found a family, friends, and eventually, a community to lead—something I’d never had before.
Now a fluke of biology is threatening to destroy the delicate balance of my life.
I’m about to lose my mind trying to fix this when a terrible realization comes to me and a plan blossoms alongside it.
Unfortunately, it involves a cruel, blood drinking psychopath and his wicked mate.
The Resistance exiled Taurus and Talia when we created our home, but they’ve been here since the Rift was created. If anyone knows what its power is, it’s the former King and Queen of the Cabal. They’re a direct link to the science that can reverse this awful mutation.
Dealing with the devil always has a cost and his might be more than I’m willing to pay.
If I have to square off with a killer to keep my family together, I will. Besides, I know something that preening windbag doesn’t.
The night is dark and full of terrors… and I’m one of them.
Forbidden Fates
𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴.
Truer words have never been spoken, in my opinion.
Jackson Thorne and his pet hacker, Eli, stepped out of the limo with the confidence of a playboy billionaire who spent most of his life jet setting and pretending to work for his father—which is spot on.
But he’s been retained to defend my boss’ new mate and the heir to the Wolfenberg fortune, so he’s in the big leagues now.
The rest of his team arrives not long after and I know I’m in trouble.
Ex-CIA officer Rainier Milan, jury consultant Foley McNamara, and the mysterious Kendrick Noctem may be the team he needs, but they’re everything I’ve worked hard to avoid.
Unfortunately, the animal part of my brain says differently.
Blood From A Stone
The humans abandoned Briarvale two centuries ago and supernaturals claimed it as our own.
Each species has its own district except those who live in the dark.
We built our own enclave to lure and entice the rest of our neighbors into giving us what we need.
Vice and sin fuel the Night District and seven families represent us to the world.
Being the reigning queen of Salazar, my job is to keep the other families from taking what is ours.
I excelled at my job—until they sent their heirs.
Rescued by Reindeer
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve had dreams so vivid I have trouble waking up.
I’ve had every treatment from psychiatrists to shamans, but with each passing birthday, they get worse.There were no overnight trips, no sleepovers, no camp-outs in my childhood because chaperones and other kids were terrified of my ‘disability.’ Between my condition and being born on All Hallows Eve, the people in my hometown are convinced I’m ‘cursed.’
As if shit like that exists.
I’d blow this popsicle stand, but my parents are in Storm Haven. Without them, I would need someone to help me wake so I could have a semblance of a normal life.
So here I am, a twenty year old celebrating the holidays with my parents and my dog instead of dating or going out with friends.
Maybe Santa will hear my wish this year and keep me in a dreamland where I’m not a freak.
After all, that’s about as likely as me being a witch, right?
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‘Bite Me, Your Highness.’
No, seriously.
Here’s the deal: film school grads fantasize about striking it big in glitzy L.A., snagging fame, and living the dream.
Spoiler alert: It’s a sham.
Instead of hobnobbing with celebs, we slog under tyrants on mind-numbing shows like ‘If The Crown Fits.’
I’m ready to stab my self with a spork when plot twist: a wanna-be royal nearly dies eating crab Rangoon, and our show’s on the brink of collapse.
Just my luck.
Me? I’m a magnet for mayhem.
Now, they’ve roped me, Ms. ‘Can’t-Pay-My-Rent’, into playing Cinderella with a bunch of princes who’ve never heard the word ‘no’.
Clipboard out, glass slipper in.
Hopefully, I survive this fairytale without a trip to the ER.
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