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My father sold me to the Shadow King. Faerie is a completely different world than the one I'm used to. Winged creatures fly in and out of mirrors, and fantastical gardens conceal treacherous illusions. Shadows draw me in a little more for each day my magic grows, but I can't afford to let my guard down. To survive, I must play by the king's rules and protect myself from the nightmares, dreams, and fantasies that govern his seductive realm. Most of all, I must resist him. If I don't, my kingdom will fall.

Sam's daddy always said she shouldn't get a vintage car until she knew how to fix one. And when her 1965 Mustang breaks down in a town smaller than a matchbox, she realizes he might have been right. Now she's stranded in the middle of nowhere, on the run from heartache, until she can get the vehicle repaired. At least Jack the mechanic is one tall drink of water. And Sam's pleasantly surprised to learn there's more to him than meets the eye when he shows his soft side by sending her to the only B&B in town, run by his grandmother, to take refuge.

This is a DARK romance with HEAVY triggers. Listener’s discretion is HIGHLY advised. My shattered memories are just out of reach. I know the answers, yet I have forgotten the question. My mind is a canvas that I never asked to be cleared. I wake from a coma to find that not only am I married, but I have no idea who I am. My memory is consumed by a shadow that ravages my soul, taking control of my mind. I can’t find the light, so I find comfort in the dark. When the pieces begin to shift and my past begins to emerge, my life is in danger. I was never supposed to return.

For the Love of Layla is a dark psychological stalker romance…Her—How do you cope when you find out the person you entrusted your heart to is a monster? A wolf in sheep’s clothing. I did what I thought was the right, logical thing... I ran. Little did I know nothing was ever going to be that easy and he had no intention of letting me go. Him—The day she left she took a piece of me, hell she took everything I ever was and ever dreamt of being. I've always been a little...different. Inflicted with a chronic need to fixate on things.