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After one of our many enemies makes a life-shattering move against us, Tae and I are running for our lives again. The witches are hot on our heels, adding to our myriad of problems. And the drama keeps on piling up. If it wasn't for Tae Frost, billionaire vampire and my number one obsession, I couldn't handle any of this. I'd have fallen apart ages ago, handing myself over to the shadows. And there are so many shadows, so many players in this damn game. The lines are blurring, trust is a rare commodity nowadays.

The Elite Kings Club left a trail of fear behind every person who whispered their names throughout the centuries that they'd existed. They were the product of every nightmare you were told as a child, only now, they don't go bump in the night. They race modified cars, throw parties to conceal their morbid games, and leave behind the kind of chaos that can never be tamed. They were from an ancient bloodline of the three Founding Fathers, and it was almost time for them to plunge deeper into the depths of hell.

After finally finding some company and shelter—along with a hot werewolf alpha—in this zombie-filled world, things have taken another dramatic turn. Rug officially yanked from underfoot. Ugh. What now? How do I carry on with these new revelations? I can't possibly march toward heartbreak. I can't let everything I've found unravel because of some weird prophecy. There has to be a better way of changing the world. There has to be a better everything. I'm determined to find it. For the future. For love.

Things have really turned sour. I'd been looking for answers, but then along came the biggest plot twist of my life, with me as the star. Core-shaking stuff, details I would've been happy to never know. Sometimes, it's good to be left in the dark. Damn. My relationship with the mega-yummy billionaire vampire Tae Frost is now on the line. One moment, things were heating up between us, the next… WHAM! Rug pulled out from under. Hard. I only have myself to blame.

I have to believe in hope. I have to believe in my love for Death, for a future beyond this pain and drama. But why does hope feel like such a foolish dream at this point?

Este podcast es una invitación a la conexión con el amor propio.

Some girls don’t like pretty things. Some girls like things that are destructive and toxic. Things that fuel our bodies with adrenaline and bring our demons to their knees.

Things have taken a seriously nasty turn. Can someone please let me off this rollercoaster? Everywhere I look, there's drama and danger ready to pounce from the shadows. Nowhere feels safe, and trust seems to be a rare commodity.

"You will go to Rathe University, live among the giftless and those of light magic. You, Knight Deveraux, will learn to coexist." I've never heard more wasted words in my life. Then again, the gifted counsel never did have much to say that wasn't. The only members amongst them who speak a thing worth listening to are my parents, the king and queen of the Stygians, the people of Dark magic. Unfortunately for me and my brothers, they've chosen to play nice instead of sinking their talons into anyone who dares demand a thing from their heirs. In this instance at least.

There's so much danger out there. Coming for me, coming for the world. Demons and darkness and craziness everywhere. Plus, the mysteries keep on piling up. So many of them! Not good for my already overloaded mind. Ah, well. It'll get sorted. It's all about the determination, right? And I've got heaps of it. I'm still trying to navigate my new and powerful Arcana magic, as well as my attraction to Tae—hot billionaire vampire and demon hunter. My employer. My protector. The source of all my fantasies. Things are really heating up between us…

I remember the day he walked through our front door, bloodied and broken with the kind of torment that breeds, but never dies. Papa had one rule for him. Stay away from his daughter. He didn’t. Years later, he crashes back into my life and tears down all of the walls I built up around myself. We’re both hiding secrets, but when the mafia world collides with the MC world, the shrapnel could destroy everyone around us. Now the president of the Chicago chapter, not even I was prepared for his return.

The streets have been my home for as long as I can remember. To get by, I use my magic tricks, bringing smiles to the faces of adults and children alike. As a warlock, my powers are limited. Nothing like a witch's magical skills. Basically, I'm a glorified magician as well as a second-class citizen. Fine. It doesn't get me down. I have my cat Fizz and Kylie Minogue's music to keep me going as I dream big. I know there's a better life out there for me.

The ultimate guide for building and scaling any startup sales organization, Sell More Faster shares the proven systems, methods, and lessons from managing director of Techstars Austin and sales expert Amos Schwartzfarb. Hear from founders of multi-million-dollar companies and CEOs who learned firsthand with Techstars, the leading mentorship-driven startup accelerator and venture capital firm that has invested in and mentored thousands of companies, collectively representing billions of dollars in funding and market cap.

Nothing is going to make sense once you listen to this first chapter. You’re going to wonder why the f**k I made the decisions I did...why he did what he did. I’m not going to make this easy for you. I’m going to guide you through loops that you’re going to wish I had just skipped, but I’m not going to do that either. You’re going to feel my pain, my loss, and my heart breaking in my chest. You’re going to watch me trip and fall, and get back up again.

I was two years old when he saved me. I didn’t understand much at that age, but I remember the pale boy with hair as dark as ink, saving me from two evils. He said he would protect me; I just didn’t know he meant from himself. I was raised in the arms of evil, tailored for the Devil like a custom Armani suit, and every day he wore it like a weapon. Brantley thought by keeping me locked in his manor that it would protect me, and it did.

For the past two years, a virus aptly named Dawn has risen every day at first light to kill any human it touches, turning them into ravenous zombies. There's no cure, no form of resistance against it, nothing to turn things around. Most of the living humans are gone now. Only those of us with a different kind of blood are spared the killing blow of Dawn. With the dead walking and eating their way across the lands, I fight every day to stay alive. I'm fae and trapped here on Earth after a vacation gone wrong, wandering this doomed realm with only a virtual pet for company.

When people hear the word Quaker, their first association is often oats, motor oil, or the Amish—but oatmeal, automobile lubricant, and avoiding electricity have nothing to do with the Quakers' holistic mysticism. What is central to Quaker spirituality is the Divine Center, an inner sanctuary where the very Presence of God dwells. As Quaker theologian Rufus Jones wrote: “The kingdom of God is not a place where we go, but a state of being we can live in.” And we don’t need to take the journey by horse and buggy! Let Amos Smith open your heart and expand your mind. Quakerism holds ...

Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived in a battered trailer, a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. One day, she fell down The Elite Kings’ rabbit hole. Sucked into a dark vortex of lies, hate, and deceit, and spat out by money, glitz, and power. There were things this little girl didn’t know, things she was about to find out and secrets that have been kept from her. Those secrets were guarded by the boys that were about to smash her world open and tear it all apart....

He was my foster brother. He swore to protect me. He failed. They all failed. I’m an open box of passé photographs, snapped in chaste daylight, but filtered in sepia. I’m the past that he tried to forget, and he was the future I needed. When he left four years ago, I screamed for him every night. But then it all stopped. But he has come back. He’s not the cute big brother I had a furtive crush on, or the bad-boy rich brat that I hated to love. He’s the ruthless vice president of Wolf Pack MC, and he doesn’t answer to Royce Kane anymore. He answers to Sicko.

Jerusalem, 1959. Shmuel Ash, a biblical scholar, is adrift in his young life when he finds work as a caregiver for a brilliant but cantankerous old man named Gershom Wald. There is, however, a third, mysterious presence in his new home. Atalia Abravanel, the daughter of a deceased Zionist leader, a beautiful woman in her 40s, entrances young Shmuel even as she keeps him at a distance. Piece by piece, the old Jerusalem stone house, haunted by tragic history and now home to the three misfits and their intricate relationship, reveals its secrets.