Aster Quiin, a.k.a. Asteria Fairwae, the lost Seelie princess, likes to pretend her life is perfectly normal. Through a deal with her uncle, the regent king, that's mostly possible. That is until she dances with a beautiful, silver-haired stranger at a nightclub. The stranger turns out to be Nox Ether, the notorious King of the Unseelie Court and her uncle's political enemy. Nox takes a darkly keen interest in Aster, his presence bleeding into more than just her waking hours. All the while, unrest stirs within the Unseelie Court.

I always knew monsters were real—I lived with one, and he shared my last name. Liam made it his mission to ruin my life single-handedly. He did all he could to prove me wrong when I thought I was unbreakable. And he finally did.

He's everything I'm not. He's into sports, and I'm into books and art. He's popular with girls falling at his feet. I've never been kissed. We have zero in common, yet I've been in love with him since the first grade. Until I made the mistake of tutoring him. He made me feel special. I wasn't. He destroyed me. Now four years later he's back and he'll stop at nothing to get me back.

He thought I was his—that's what his emails indicated. He thought that because our families signed on the dotted line many years ago, it was a done deal. But I ran away from that life for a reason. Little did I know, he would find me. And he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Crue wanted me to be his wife. And all I wanted was him in my bed.

Posy's sure she won't live to see her next birthday, yet every morning she rises with the sun and hopes for something to change - and it finally does when Alpha Kendall Briggs' madness draws the attention of the Werewolf King. He sends five alphas to investigate. Five alphas who burst into Posy's life with the most delicious scents she ever imagined.

Their job should be to kill me. Instead, I have become their favorite toy. The bones of every blood witch mark the entrances to the human villages. Blood magic is forbidden. It's evil incarnate. Everybody knows that. So, on my twentieth birthday, when my coven's sacred blood rite ritual reveals me as the first blood witch to appear in the last twenty years, I fully expect my bones to be added to the pile. What I don't expect is to be kidnapped by three egotistical, frustratingly gorgeous, and devious witch-killing warrior immortals with a peculiar and insatiable taste for my blood.

In A Cacophony of Madness, shadows rise, and destinies collide. Dahlia, a warrior driven by loss, stands at the brink of vengeance, seeking answers in a land where darkness reigns supreme. Across the sea, Draven, the son of a legendary captain, faces echoes of a vanished past as an ancient, cursed city reappears on the empire’s borders. But in the forsaken land of Sketan, where light fears to tread, Wrath prowls—a being draped in shadows and blood, bound to the sinister whispers of a crown that feeds on chaos.

I'm not a worldly woman. I'm not cultured, well-traveled, or well educated. I'm just a housewife. A mother. I'm the woman with the handsome husband, beautiful daughter, the large house. If you saw it from the outside, you'd probably think I have the perfect life. You would most definitely be wrong. But I don't blame you. We all see what we want to see, turning a blind eye to what others want to stay hidden. Especially when it comes to love. They say love is blind. But I'm more apt to say it's wretched. Love is what made me stay. But love is also what saved me.

Kian Carter is stuck in a rut. A successful lawyer in his parents’ New York City office, he’s sick and tired of their greed, their lifelong insistence on putting their powerhouse practice above all else—including Kian and his siblings. So he does what he should have done long ago, what his brother and sister did … Kian turns his back on law. Quitting the firm and moving back to the only home he’s ever known, quiet Moose Village in Upstate New York.

Publicly fighting with a man for an oversold airline seat—embarrassing! Realizing he was the quarterback for the Atlanta Arrows—awkward. Knowing he was your friend's older brother and teenage crush but didn't recognize you—humiliating. When I stormed out of the airport after throwing a temper tantrum, I never expected to cross paths with him again. All I wanted to do was put the night behind me and enjoy a martini. The last thing I expected was for him to waltz into the bar and offer me a night I couldn't refuse.