NEW EVENTS

 

I only needed a place to hide. I didn’t expect the town’s grumpiest Green Beret to decide I was his.

Perry
I came to Wolf Valley to disappear.
So, the last thing I wanted was attention, especially not from the towering, scarred, permanently scowling man who lives in the cabin at the edge of town.
Luca Kane.
He barely speaks, barely smiles, and somehow always knows when something’s wrong.
When my tire blows on a deserted road, he’s there.
When a stranger asks too many questions, he’s suddenly at my side.
When my past comes creeping too close, he steps in without hesitation.
He fixes things I never asked him to, protects me like it’s instinct, and looks at me like he already knows all my secrets.
And that terrifies me, because I didn’t come here to fall in love, and I definitely didn’t come here to belong to a man like him.

Luca
I left the military to be alone.
No more noise, chaos, or attachments.
Then Perry walks into town with haunted eyes that she tries to hide behind a smile.
The second I look at her, something inside me locks into place.
She says she’s fine, but I know that’s a lie.
She jumps at shadows, sleeps with the lights on, and flinches like she expects the world to hurt her again.
Not on my watch.
Whatever she’s running from will have to come through me.
And that won’t end well for them because I didn’t survive war just to lose the woman who owns my heart.
And she is mine.
Whether she’s ready to admit it or not.

 

She made him a star. He'll never forgive her for it.

Knox Hartley cares about one thing: the music. As lead guitarist for Jack Wilder — the best in the business, and everybody knows it — the songs were always supposed to be enough on their own. Then Madeleine Price got hold of them. For ten years she’s been the band’s publicist: brilliant, untouchable, and the reason they’re everywhere — packaging the music, selling it, turning something honest into product with her fingerprints on every platinum record.

To Knox, she took the one thing that was pure and handed it to the machine. He resents all of it. He resents her most of all.
What Knox doesn’t know is what it cost her to become the woman he can’t stand.

Madeleine built herself from nothing — reinvented a poor girl from nowhere into the sharpest publicist in country music, one flawless version of herself at a time, long before she ever met Jack and the band. The polish is armor. The control is survival. And the one thing she can’t afford is for anyone to see the girl underneath — least of all the man who’s spent a decade looking at her like she’s the enemy.

Now they’re both stuck at the most public wedding of the year: a monthlong Christmas celebration at Crescent Moon Ranch, where the bride keeps seating them together and there’s nowhere to hide from the one person who gets under her skin like no one else.

But a Montana December has a way of wearing down the oldest defenses. Beneath ten years of sharp words and slammed doors, Knox starts to catch glimpses of who Madeleine really is — and a secret she’s guarded since long before the band. She isn’t the woman he decided she was. She never was. And the more he sees, the more he wants the one person he swore he’d never forgive.

Enemies. Opposites. The worst possible person to want.

And the last person either of them planned to fall for.

A closed-door enemies-to-lovers romance. Forced proximity, a heroine with a secret, and ten years of simmering resentment that was never really hate.

 

 

Matt: Only I could end up in a love triangle between two people.

Caleb: Your geometry has a certain logic, given our circumstances.

Caleb: Except it can’t be “only” you since you’re conveniently forgetting the second person in this triangle.

Matt: I am not. You’re unforgettable.

Matt: I see you preening over there.

Caleb: What can I say? When you look as good as I do—

Matt: Hush, huldrekall. And by the way, no one’s going to know what a huldrekall is.

Caleb: Some will.

Matt: But for those who don’t, do you think we should tell them?

Caleb: No. Let them find out by reading the book.

Matt: Are you also going to tell them how you made getting me in your bed the subject of an ill-advised bet with your frat brothers? Or are you going to keep that from them the way you kept it from me?

Caleb: How many times do I have to apologize?

Matt: Once more.

Caleb: I’m sorry, love of my life.

Matt: Apology accepted.

Caleb: Other Alpha Claw Omega business goes to the grave, though.

Matt: Except when it doesn’t. There was that time when you had to streak across campus. Tons of people saw.

Caleb: It wasn’t that many people.

Caleb: Besides, babes, if you want my tail, you just have to ask for it.

Matt: Are you going to tell them about the book?

Caleb: No. They have to read it for themselves.

Matt: At least give them a hint.

Caleb: Fine. They can read the list of tropes.

Matt: You’re so generous.

Caleb: Don’t give away my secret.

 

 

 

 

The plague spreading through our magical town is getting worse.

 

As my friends fight to save me, my bond with Cal deepens into something fierce, fragile, and impossible to ignore. But the closer we get to the truth, the more I fear the enemy isn’t lurking in the shadows at all... but standing beside us as an ally.

 

And then there’s the egg.

 

Even weakened, it calls to me. Pulls at me. Changes me.

 

If I can’t stop the dead, my town will fall. But if I hold too tightly to the power binding me to the egg and to the man I’m starting to love could kill me.

 

Will I save the people depending on me... or lose myself, Cal, and everything I’m trying to protect?

 

 

 

How much is a year of my life worth?

It turns out the answer is a hell of a lot, but there’s a catch. I’m more valuable asleep than I am awake. Go figure.

They offered me the deal of a lifetime. It was also the only way I could get my life back. Five years in a suspension pod, and when I came to, I’d be a rich man. I’d have more than enough to fix my broken body and start a new life. It would have been perfect—except someone canceled my wake-up call.

Now that I’m awake, I need answers, allies, and the money I’m owed. But first, I need to get my body back.

OPEN EVENTS

 

 

 

Lucifer

 

Wielding the gavel for the Fallen Demons MC means I take what I want. And Jessica is no exception.

 

The moment I laid eyes on her, something raw and primal awakened within me. She was young, beautiful, and desperate to outrun her past. And I was the selfish bastard who needed to possess every curve of her body and own all the jagged edges of her soul.

 

My recklessness nearly destroyed her, so I did everything in my power to make it right. Now she sees me as a monster who has trapped her in a lie.

 

I've kept my distance, watching from the shadows while she tries to heal. Jessie's gone to hell and back, and every time she looks in the mirror all she sees are reminders of the pain. Her mother's mistakes. My betrayal. Her brand new scars.

 

She wants to let the darkness consume her, but I didn't watch her fight for her life just to throw it all away. And I won't rest until the woman I've claimed can see herself through my eyes. As a goddess. A warrior. A siren. The woman I secretly call my wife.

 

 

The role of a lifetime doesn’t always take place on the silver screen
 

Arabella “Remy” Remington
 

I’m a surgeon. I like things tidy—rules, routines, predictability, perfection. And I guard my heart as fiercely as the women and children I’m dedicated to helping.
 

Until he enters the picture.
 

Sebastian Wheatley is a walking red flag. A charming, sexy as sin, Hollywood-mega-star red flag. He’s smooth and unpredictable—something decidedly unsafe in the world I’ve intentionally created for myself. But one look at him has my blood heating, and I’m not sure if it’s from annoyance…or desire.
 

The charming devil slides into my life, looking to make a deal. A temporary marriage of convenience to help him land the role of a lifetime. In exchange, I get the funds necessary to secure the stability of a cause deeply important to me.
 

My common sense says “run.” But despite the risk to my carefully tidy life and the fortress it provides for my painful secrets and battered heart, something about him has me accepting the proposal. And hoping I haven’t just derailed everything I’ve ever worked for. 
 

Late Harvest brings heart, heat, and humor in book one of the Red Wine Supper Club, a later-in-life romance series.

 

Sometimes you have to break all the rules to find everything you never knew you wanted. Come along for the fun, sexy ride as billionaire Fitz Silver pursues his biggest challenge yet—taming wild child Jennifer Stone. Loaded with heat, humor, and heart, this steamy, small-town, standalone romance is unputdownable. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and a happily ever after that will leave you thinking about it long after you read the last page.
 

Silver Island’s golden boy Fitz Silver keeps his business dealings clean, his affairs private, and fulfills every promise he makes. Infuriatingly so. He’s six-plus feet of gentleman in the streets and an unrelenting alpha in the sheets. I should know. I enjoyed a single scorching night in his bed over the summer. But contrary to him being every woman’s fantasy, Fitz is my worst nightmare. I’m a risk taker, a rule breaker. I wasn’t looking for more than a little vacation fun, but that passionate night knocked me off my feet. When a chance encounter brings me face-to-face with the man who ruined me for all others, I know better than to land in his bed again. Unfortunately, outside my job as a high school principal, I’m not known for my good decisions. Once again I plan to leave Mr. Silver and our surprising connection behind, but he’s annoyingly unforgettable, and then two pink lines change everything.

 

I didn’t mean to wake up the hottest man in my apartment building at six in the morning, but in my defense… my kitchen was on fire.

Coco
I can’t cook, can’t even boil water without setting off the fire alarm, and trust me, I’ve tried.
That’s actually how I meet my grumpy new neighbor.
He comes over to yell at me for waking him up with the fire alarm and embarrasses me in front of the entire building.
Now my new plan is to avoid that man like the plague and find some other way to feed myself.
Unfortunately for me, my new neighbor seems to have other plans.

Alec
As a chef, I value my routine.
My hours are all kinds of messed up, so having a set schedule saves me from being a royal, sleep-deprived jerk.
Or it used to.
Until I meet Coco.
Now she has me stepping way outside my comfort zone.
I’m chasing after her, trying to make up for our first meeting, but it’s no use.
She doesn’t want anything to do with me.
When she signs up for my cooking class, I know that this is my chance.
She thinks the class is about food.
It’s not.
It’s about me teaching her exactly what she’s been missing.

 

 

 

"Spiritual contract law" doesn't exactly fit on a LinkedIn profile. Neither does "I can see the threads of fate binding people to their doom." But that's exactly what I do now—I see the deals, the desperate promises, the soul-deep contracts that mortals make when they've run out of options.

 

My latest client is a surgeon who promised Erzulie Dantor anything to save her son's life. Anything. The goddess of mothers took her at her word, and now she wants the surgeon's hands—literally. Every life she saves from here on out belongs to the goddess. It's elegant. Brutal. And technically ironclad.

 

But I've found a loophole in the original terms, buried in the way the oath was sworn. If I can prove the contract was made under false pretenses—that the goddess is literally feeding on my client like a parasite—I might be able to renegotiate. The problem? Erzulie Dantor doesn't appreciate being told she's wrong. And Papa Legba is breathing down my neck, reminding me that my job is to facilitate deals, not torpedo them.

 

Baron Samedi, of course, finds the whole situation hilarious. He keeps appearing at the worst possible moments—in my bathtub, in my car, once memorably in my therapist's waiting room—to mock my "crusade" and place bets on how long until the other lwa crush me. But when Erzulie's followers start targeting me directly, he's the one who shows up with a warning. Not help. Just information. He claims he's protecting his "investment," but there's something in the way he looks at me that makes my skin prickle.

 

I tell myself it's disgust. It's definitely disgust.

 

My grandmother never told me that being a crossroads demon would mean choosing between my conscience and my survival. She never mentioned that the gods would start testing me, pushing back, making examples out of mortals who dared to have a demon advocate on their side.

 

But I've spent twenty years fighting for clients in boardrooms and courtrooms. The venues have changed, but I haven't. And I am not backing down.

Even if it kills me. Even if the god of death himself won't stop watching me like I'm the most interesting thing he's seen in centuries.

 

 

 

 

When my boss all but vanishes off the face of the Earth, I know something is wrong. So I pack my bags and go searching for her.

 

What I find in the depths of the Colorado wilderness is something that makes even my horror-loving heart tremble.

 

A family of uncomfortably sexy, deviant siblings, taking women and turning them into little dolls for their own perverse enjoyment. I watch as my boss is paraded around town in ruffles and lace, guarded at all times by a man she calls Daddy.

 

Then one of his brothers sees me… and the chase is on.

 

Taking up my role as the final girl in this twisted thriller, I run. Fleeing into the woods, desperate to escape this masked man’s wicked clutches.

 

Because I know if he catches me, I’ll be just like the others. His pretty little prey, subject to whatever wicked pleasure he chooses to debase me with.

 

And then there will be no one left to save us.

 

 

The Doctor is in… (you)

In the world of smut, everything is fair game, and even the most mundane exams can become deliciously erotic and naughty.

Join Sinistre Ange on the dark side as she explores the world of medical play in a way that is sure to elevate your pulse, accelerate your breathing, and make your body temperature skyrocket off the charts.

From a surprising massage to a very invasive first appointment, these stories are delivered with perfect bedside manner.

Slip on a gown, lie back, and prepare for an examination you won’t forget, because the doctor is now accepting new patients.

 

 

TWO DANGEROUS MEN. ONE BROKEN GIRL. AND A PROMISE SHE NEVER SAW COMING.
None of this was planned.
One moment I’m eating dinner with friends, and the next I’m kidnapped and dumped in a town I’ve never heard of. Where I know no one.
Then I see a face I recognize. One I’ve known my whole life… and never expected to see again.
My mother’s stepbrother. The one I was never allowed to talk to.
Head of the local motorcycle club, Mars Hawke is rough enough to run it with an iron fist. And he takes one look at me, lost and terrified, and claims me as his own. He’s possessive and dangerous, yes. But also playful.
Devoted.
When he brings his best friend into the picture, I find his complete opposite. Orion is dark. Brooding. Tattooed and silent and the ultimate temptation. If Mars is wildfire, Orion is the darkness after it burns.
They’re both deadly and far too dangerous for someone like me, but when trouble suddenly catches up with me, they jump to my rescue, and I’m faced with a choice.
My instinct is to give myself up. Save the men I’ve come to love. But these men touch me like I’m precious. Like I’m everything they’ve ever wanted. Like I’m worth saving.
And when they say they’ll burn the mountain down before giving me back… I believe them. 
Because I’ve never felt so safe before. Like I’m finally seen.
Finally home.
If I can choose to let them keep me.
If they’ll choose to keep me as well.

Sparrow is the third book in the Hawke’s Wood series, and is why choose, small-town romance that features step-uncle, step-uncle’s best friend, motorcycle club, protective heroes, touch her and die, found family, forced proximity, hidden identity, trauma healing, age gap, angst, and enough spice to make you want a Mars and Orion of your very own.

 

Can everyone’s favorite baker win over the grumpiest cowboy in town?

It's bad enough that the man Mallory Fisher crushed on for years is marrying another woman, but now she also has to bake their wedding cake. Even so, she’s not going to let that ruin her Christmas.

The irrepressible small-town baker has decided she just needs forget all about love this Christmas. And to do that, she’s going to focus on coming up with a signature holiday treat that will finally put her beloved bakery on the map.

The daily support and encouragement she receives from the kind widower she met in her online support group is a recipe for success. Only she doesn’t count on him moving to Trinity Falls for his own fresh start. And she definitely doesn’t count on the things he makes her feel when they actually meet in person.

It turns out that Harrison Law is nothing like Mal expected.

Instead of the kindly older man she’s been picturing, Harrison is the perfect picture of tall, dark, and handsome. He’s also a single dad, with a grumpy streak she never noticed during their online chats. But Mal can’t help feeling drawn to the growly cowboy, and to his quiet eight-year-old daughter, Katie, who lights up whenever Mal talks about baking.

The three quickly begin spending time together. And everyone in Trinity Falls assumes they’re an item. But things aren’t always what they seem. And Harrison and Katie have been through so much that Mal isn’t sure her love is enough to bring them back into the light.

Can these three lonely souls really make their own happily-ever-after in time for Christmas? Or will it take a village to bring them together?

Trinity Falls Sweet Romance is all about finding family – one clean & wholesome romance at a time. The Trinity Falls Sweet Romance: Village Christmas inspirational series celebrates the people who live and work in a small Pennsylvania town at Christmastime, and find love and meaning in the season. If you love no spice books with cowboys, single dads, found family, caring community, and slow burn romance that makes you smile and sigh, this is the series for you!

 

I ran from one man trying to own me… straight into another who actually will.

Scout
I should have known something was up when my father started acting nice and caring towards me.
He’s never been the nurturing type. He’s never really paid me much attention at all, too busy hiding from loan sharks or drinking himself to sleep.
Still, when he starts to pay attention to me, I can’t deny that a part of me is hoping that our relationship might finally be improving.
Then he leads me into the chapel and informs me that I’m there to marry one of the loan sharks that he owes.
So, I do the only thing that I can.
I run.
When my car breaks down on the side of the road, I think that I’m screwed.
Then he shows up and I know that I am.

Carter
I’ve been enjoying the peace and quiet of my cabin when a car breaks down out front and out steps an angel.
An angel in a wedding dress.
I know right then and there that fate has brought me this girl, that she belongs to me.
I don’t know who was stupid enough to lose her, but I won’t be making that mistake.
This girl is mine.
She’s in my cabin, sleeping in my bed, wearing my clothes.
She thinks that she can’t leave because I need to fix her car. She’s about to learn that I’m never going to let her go.
I’ve found my dream girl.
Now all that’s left is for me to claim her.

 

 

 

Eighteen hours. That's all I got before Phoebe called with news of twelve people dead in their sleep in Millbrook, Iowa—all reporting the same nightmare before their hearts gave out. The Dreamweaver's Loom, an artifact designed to heal trauma by entering dreams, has been twisted into a weapon that traps consciousness and drains life force while victims sleep.

 

My daughter Amelie asked me what happens if I don't come back. For the first time since I was chosen for this job, I didn't have an answer.

 

Now I'm hunting a killer who doesn't need to be in the same room to murder you. Someone who can pull you into shared nightmares while you're awake, turn gardens into flesh-eating horrors, and hop between bodies to live forever. The local coven tried to investigate—three of them are in comas. The entire town is terrified to close their eyes.

 

As a Relic Keeper, I'm supposed to protect artifacts from being corrupted. But this one's already in the hands of someone who's been body-hopping through the Hartley family for decades, and they're not done collecting victims. Every person who falls asleep in a three-mile radius is a potential target. Every dream could be their last.

 

My team and I have faced impossible odds before. Demons, possessed relics, apocalyptic rituals. But now we're fighting something we can't see. There's no battling your own subconscious when someone else is controlling it.

 

And the worst part? I have to sleep eventually.

 

The nightmares are waiting. And this time, I might not wake up.

 

Derrick “Leo” Armstrong built Serenity Securities as a refuge—an unbreakable brotherhood forged from the military and second chances. On Serenity Mountain, he finally found the life he’d always dreamed of: a home, a purpose, and Catherine, the woman he’d loved for a lifetime. With three children and another on the way, Leo believed his world was complete.

Then one mission shattered everything.

Left reeling by the devastating news of her husband’s death, Catherine must navigate grief while protecting the family Leo adored. As the men of Serenity Securities rally to bring their fallen brother home, the mountain community surrounds Catherine with the same fierce loyalty Leo once gave them. But when a final letter from Leo forces her to face an impossible truth, Catherine makes the heartbreaking choice to call off the search. Her children need closure. Life must move forward.

Leo’s team refuses to accept it.

Driven by loyalty, love, and the lessons Leo carved into their souls, the men of Serenity Securities push deeper into danger, determined to uncover the truth about their mission and bring their brother home. Their greatest mission isn’t one they were trained for.

 

It’s one they learned from Leo himself: Family is worth fighting for.

 

 

 

For years, Ivy James’s best friend has been telling her the same thing: Jack Wilder is perfect for you. And Madeleine would know—she’s the publicist behind half the biggest names in country music, Jack included. Professionally, personally, she swore they were a perfect match. Ivy never quite took it seriously. She and Jack had crossed paths a dozen times—award shows, back hallways, a handshake and a we should work together sometime—but always in passing, always with a plane to catch.

 

Jack has spent his whole life disciplined, focused, building an empire one sold-out night at a time. But lately he’s started to feel how empty the house gets when he’s there alone.

 

Ivy’s gotten everything she ever dreamed of. Number one records. Sold-out arenas. More money than she could spend in a lifetime. The only dream left is the one she’s afraid she’ll never get—a true love like her mama and daddy have, and a house full of kids.

 

But some part of Ivy must have been listening to Madeleine after all. Because when she and songwriter Hunter Sloan sat down to write a duet, they wrote it with Jack in mind.

 

And the moment the two of them are alone in a recording booth, singing it together for the first time, they both know.

 

This is my missing piece. Quite possibly, my forever home.

 

The prequel to Cowboy Christmas at Crescent Moon Ranch—the soulmate love story that starts it all, and leads to a Christmas Eve wedding under the Montana sky.

 

 

 

As the treasurer for the Grave Prowlers MC, I deal in concrete numbers and brutal realities. And a man who lives by the cold, hard truth should be able to face himself in his darkest days. But I don't do baggage or big feelings. I just square accounts. And the last balance I need to collect is from the man who killed my daughter.

 

I didn't start out as a family man. Far from it, in fact. When Poppy was born, I was hardly a father to her at all. Then Alicia crashed into our lives and quickly worked her way under my skin. A young single mom with the weight of the world on her shoulders, I should have left her alone. But it was impossible to resist her beautiful face, her sassy mouth, or her gigantic heart. Eventually we were raising our girls together. And after we eloped, our son was born.

Somehow, the four of them tamed me. Anchored me. Brought me to life. Then Poppy disappeared.

 

It took five days to find her body. And since I'd been out on a run with the club, it took me no time at all to blame my wife. I failed to protect my baby from the monster who stole her. Then I failed to protect what was left of my family from my grief.

 

Now Alicia and the kids are gone, and I'm a shell of the man I used to be. Fueled by self hatred and an insatiable desire to destroy the man who took my little girl, I don't care how long it takes or what it costs to have my revenge. And after I watch the light disappear from his eyes, I plan to follow my daughter into the dark.

 

But when another child goes missing, I'm forced to face the woman I broke to keep her and our family safe. Having her around again tugs at what's left of my shattered heart, and the more time we spend together, the more I realize she hasn't given up on me completely. The revenge that has consumed me is so close I can taste it. But I wasn't expecting it to come with a second chance at life. For Alicia. For our family. Or for myself.

 

 

 

Return to Ferguson's Folly for a second time. Watch out for a meddling orange tomcat, matchmaking ghosts, a frazzled event planner, and a couple who are perfect for each other but haven't realized it yet. Pssst! Daddy alert!

 

 

 

The only thing more dangerous than a Grave Prowler is a Grave Prowler on a mission...
Fool

From the moment I saw her, I knew. She's not just another woman. She's mine.

Pure and untouched, I can't resist her soft smile, her huge heart, or her sharp mind.

But she's also unaware of the darkness that lurks just out of sight until it's knocking on her door.

Evil can steal her away from me, but the coward that takes her doesn't know who he's messing with.

I'd tear down the world for her.

I'd burn it all to the ground.

I'll dance on his ashes the minute I get her back.

Because this isn't just a rescue, it's a promise that no one will ever dare to threaten what's mine again.

The club has a saying 'Eye for and Eye. Tooth for a tooth.' and they'll get what's coming to them. No one touches what's mine and gets away with it.

 

 

He’ll shield her from any danger.

Ansel
Now that my brother has found his fated mate, it’s lit a fire under me to find my own.
I’m about to head out to do just that, when I hear gunshots in my backyard.
When I go out to investigate, I see her.
My curvy little mate.
She’s pinned down behind some trees, and I growl as I charge into the fight to save her.
I shield her with my big body, an action that earns me a bullet wound to my shoulder, but I’m able to scare off the men and rescue my mate.
Now I have my mate with me, but we have a bigger problem.
How am I going to keep her safe when I’m injured myself?

Mira
When I wake up in the back of a moving truck, I know that I’m in trouble.
I’m able to get free, and I run, but I don’t make it far before they find me.
That’s when a strange man shows up.
He saves my life, taking a bullet for me in the process.
I know that I owe him everything.
He says he only wants one thing from me.
My heart.
And the terrifying part?
I think it already belongs to him.

 

She's looking for redemption. He's looking for a new beginning. Neither expected to find both in each other.

My rookie coaching season didn't end the way I'd imagined. It ended in scandal.

Now I'm in Tampa, trying to rebuild my reputation with the Blaze, the NWSL's newest expansion team and a franchise that Florida still isn't sure it wants. This was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to focus on soccer and prove I belong. Making friends was never part of the plan.
 

Then Ash Monroe, our starting goal keepers’ brother, keeps showing up.

At first, he's just a familiar face who always seems to be in the right place at the right time, determined to start conversations I'd rather avoid. I've spent months keeping everyone at a distance, convinced it's the safest way to move forward. But somehow, he slips past my defenses.
 

As Ash struggles to navigate a new reality and a future he never expected, I find myself caring about him in ways I never intended. The more time we spend together, the more I realize we're both searching for the same thing: a place to belong after everything we thought we knew fell apart.
 

The problem? Being with him feels dangerously familiar. Like I'm falling into old patterns, chasing a story I've already lived through once before.
 

And I'm not sure if this time the ending will be any different.

 

 

Thorne walked into a rupturing veil to save us. That was how I found out what I was worth.

The resistance thought we had time. We didn't. Someone beat us to the sacred site, the fragment we came for is already gone, and the man who knew the most about what I'm supposed to become just sacrificed himself so I could live.

 

What he left me: an access badge. A crown that isn't one piece. And a war that's been running for twenty years without me.

 

I'm Mara. Orphan. Former nobody. Apparently the last heir of House Vaelthorne — a bloodline everyone thought Cassian's massacre erased. The Crown my mother hid before she died wasn't whole when she hid it. It was never whole. Three anchoring fragments, deliberately separated during a civil war, designed so no single ruler could hold absolute power.

 

She hid her piece. She trusted two others to hide theirs.

 

I've recovered one. The base is in my hands. And somewhere out there, a woman named Aldren — my mother's closest friend, her most trusted aide, the person who helped design the hiding plan — has been working for twenty years to make sure no one ever puts it back together.

 

Then there's Kael.

 

Captain Kael Blackwater, who ran the most dangerous intelligence operation in this conflict for eighteen months with a target on his back. Who filed deliberately inaccurate reports to keep me safe before I knew I needed protecting. Who was assigned to assess whether I was a threat — and chose, alone and without telling anyone, to lie.

 

He is not an easy thing to trust. I'm doing it anyway. Not because he's earned it. Because I looked at the evidence and decided.

 

The resistance is scattered. The military knows how to hit us where it hurts — through our bond-partners, not through us. Ashford has an embedded advisor feeding him intelligence designed specifically to break sovereign bonds. And the Hollowmaw that keep finding us aren't random. Neither is the Compact faction opening portals across the veil.

 

I've made contact with something ancient and vast that has been trying to reach my bloodline for twenty years. I have a Vaelthorne cousin who's been working alone in the dark longer than I've known any of this was real. I have a team of people who chose this fight because of me, specifically — and I've had to learn what that means.

 

The crown requires three anchors and a base.

 

I have two pieces. The third is with a woman who doesn't trust organizations. The counter-piece — an artifact designed to unmake everything I'm trying to build — is with the architect of my family's destruction.

 

And the window the Compact gave me isn't permanent. I'm not ready. I stopped waiting to be.

 

 

 

Official synopsis coming soon!

 

 

Two weeks of peace. That's all I got.
After defeating the Harvesters, I thought my biggest challenge would be functioning on zero sleep with three-month-old triplets. Lucky for me, supernatural motherhood has a few more surprises in store.
Like ghost children appearing in my nursery. Translucent kids with haunting silver eyes, begging for help I don't know how to give. And the thing that's hunting them is also hunting my babies.
Of course, I can't just let lost souls suffer. So despite the warnings, despite the cost (hello, instant aging), I perform a ritual to help them cross over. Because that's what we do in this family—we help, even when it's stupid.
Big mistake. Huge.
Turns out, saving those echo children caught the attention of something ancient. Something that's been stealing convergence-born children for centuries, trapping them in a place between worlds. And my triplets? They're broadcasting their location like a magical lighthouse.
Now I've got a choice: hide and hope this thing gets bored, or figure out what the hell it's building with all those stolen children before it comes for mine.
You know me. I'm not great at hiding.
So even though I'm sleep deprived, it's time to go on offense and take the fight to an entity that can literally reshape reality. With a network of questionable allies, a familiar who thinks I'm insane, and a husband who's definitely not thrilled about me using our babies as bait.
What could possibly go wrong?
If you like snarky heroines who make terrible decisions for the right reasons, found family that fights together, and cosmic threats that require more than punching, you'll love Postpartum Spells & Infant Hells.

 

 

In the world of smut, the old adage is true—Girls do just wanna have fun.

Whether it’s falling for their best friend or using a bit of blackmail to get their way, these women find a way to get what they want, when they want it.

Join Sinistre Ange for this intoxicating selection of sapphic tales that prove you definitely don’t need a man for a good time… in or out of the bedroom.

 

 

Bryn didn't know what she was running from--or what she was running toward.

Until she found them.

 

 

Blurb to come!

 

 

It’s Christmas on Stella Maris, and Liz Talbot and her partner Nate Andrews have hung up their PI shingles—at Mamma’s insistence. Carolyn Talbot has made it abundantly clear that her daughter and son-in-law’s investigative days are behind them

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That is, until someone discovers human remains in the marsh at low tide—bones that have been hidden for thirty-five years.

 

The victim is Paul Miller, a surfer with a shadowy past who disappeared in 1988 after marrying into the Talbot family. Now, Paul’s daughter Marci—locked away in prison for her own crimes—is pointing fingers at Liz’s father, Frank, claiming he threatened Paul the day before he vanished. The stress of the accusations triggers a frightening health scare, and suddenly Mamma is singing a different tune. She shows up on Liz’s doorstep with a new directive: find out who really killed Paul Miller and clear Frank’s name. Yesterday.

 

With her father’s health and reputation hanging in the balance and the holidays closing in, Liz and Nate race to uncover the truth about what really happened all those years ago. Their investigation will take them from the sun-splashed beaches of Stella Maris to the Florida Keys, unearthing old secrets and confronting a killer who’s kept one buried for over three decades.

 

A Dark Knight biker, a torturous secret, and a road trip that changes everything. Come along for the emotionally wicked ride in this steamy, pulse-pounding small-town standalone romance. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and a happily ever after that will stay with you long after you read the last page.

Tattooist Aria Bad has mastered the art of hiding in plain sight. Her art is her only safe place. Crowded rooms make her panic. People’s eyes burn too hot. Except his. Zeke Wicked has been the steady presence she’s leaned on since he tutored her through high school. He’s a loyal, protective Dark Knight biker, the kind of man who sees everything and the one man who could unravel her without even trying. Every year he takes her to see her family for the holidays, but this year she’s harboring a secret and needs to go alone.

Years ago, Zeke swore to protect, and never touch, Aria, but that didn’t stop his heart from staking claim to her. Lately she’s been secretive and has been pulling away, and now she’s determined to make their annual trip without him, but his instincts won’t let her go alone. When a storm strands them, boundaries blur and buried feelings rise to the surface, unearthing a passion neither can deny. But as the storm clears, they discover two dangerous truths—one that ties them together and one that threatens to tear them apart.

Tropes: Small-town, found family, biker romance, close proximity, protective hero, savior hero, friends to lovers.

 

Blurb coming soon: Kirby and Eloise's story--as they search for answers regarding missing indigenous loved ones, Kirby struggles in the playoffs.