Elle knew that unraveling the secrets on Acryen would be difficult, but she didn’t know that it would be deadly. She knew this from the scars on her body and the heat in her eyes.
Three months have passed and what was meant to be an easy journey across the ocean has turned perilous as she’s come to realize that they’ve boarded the wrong ship—a slaver’s ship run by a cunning and devious man known only as Captain Red. Elle can’t help but find herself drawn to him and repelled at the same time. Yet, when a powerful hurricane hits the ship and Elle’s life is in danger, Peter’s hidden powers awaken, and now, they’re in trouble. The stakes are much higher than before, and Elle’s afraid that the only way out is with blood.
Elle must find the necklace awaiting in Gyoar before an elf meets her end, a quaid falls prey, a mother commits treason, and a king masks his mistake.
But above all, she must find it before her fate is sealed in ashes.
Because where hope lies, fire breathes.
Yasmin Fazli was born and raised in Southern California, changing schools her whole life. Now, she is an undergraduate college student studying biology to satisfy her love for the sciences. Yet, another part of her started to show more and more: her love for writing. She often dreams of mystical places and the perfect bad boy/prince charming who will come sweep her away. Until those happen, she continues to write away, living her fantasies through typed words with all kinds of sweets in one hand and a cup of chai tea in the other hopeful that one day her words could inspire even just one person.
(Spin-off to Crossroads Saga) - Read Prequel - The Angel Knights - first **Can be read as stand-alone
When teens go missing in Hawaii, a group of demon-hunters—half human and half angel—disguised as high school students, must leave Crossroads, the place where they reside. In a race against time, they uncover the mystery connecting the missing teens, which dates back to the era of the Knights Templar. However, when they discover one of the Templars passed down a book containing all the secrets and codes to finding a particular treasure, they soon realize this forbidden treasure needs to be found before Cyrus, the lord of the possessor demons, acquires it—a treasure which been safeguarded and hidden from him.
There is only one problem: the pages containing the clues leading to the treasure is missing. When the first page is found, Cyrus threatens to kill more descendants of the Knights Templar if it is not given to him by Friday the thirteenth. In the midst of threats and discovery, the demon-hunting angels find they are not alone when supernatural beings begin to reveal themselves. Can they put their differences aside and work together to solve the Knights Templars’ cipher? As they astral travel to the past, they witness a lot more than they have bargained for. And some things are better left unseen.
Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children’s chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
So can one heartbeat. One kiss. One touch. I didn't save my Gemini's soul the night I rescued him from the dark realm. Cade Adams saved mine.
One kill can change everything.
Since I eradicated the worlds most dangerous demon, the Fallen factions are out for blood, and their target is my family: Genesis--the Origin of humanity. The only way to protect my legacy against an ancient prophecy threatening to take me out is to resume my reign as Chayah, Eternal Mother. But I can't remember her. My own secrets are buried so deep, even I can't reach them.
One secret could destroy us all.
Thousands of years loving Cade and five lifetimes leading Genesis are lost to me. While I've been away fighting to remember my own life, my family's been fighting each other. Our own demons just may destroy humanity's only defense against the darkness before the Eternal war has even begun.
Sometimes the most dangerous battle is the war within ourselves.
Since sneak reading her first big girl romance at the age of eleven, Dylan's been addicted to Happily Ever Afters. Playing pretend with swoon-worthy book boyfriends and their strong leading ladies often keeps Dylan sleep deprived, though she seldom complains about dreaming in dialogue.
With juxtaposed interests, Dylan writes it all ~ Character driven romance in NA, YA and adult, from sticky sweet to taboo heat ~ Urban Fantasy to Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense. Nothing's off limits.
When she's not writing guilty pleasures, Dylan plays stage mom to her daydreamer offspring in the Midwest. This Music fangirl goes nowhere without her beats and playlists. She has an affinity for Moscato and chocolate-covered strawberries. Dreams of singing on the Voice with Adam and Christina, and fantasizes about getting trapped in Mystic Falls with Damon Salvatore.
“May I?” Cade tilted his head toward his fingers that firmly gripped the hem of my tank top, waiting for my consent.
I couldn’t manage a single word, just nodded, my tongue nearly hanging out of my mouth.
I squeaked out a yes, and Cade promptly tiptoed his fingertips up to my waist, letting them drag slowly, torturously against my skin while he peeled my shirt up and off my grimy body.
I sucked in a breath, the whisper of Cade’s touch forcing goose bumps dashing across my skin.
I’d waited for this night for months. Years, even.
Two days ago, however, I wasn’t sure this moment was ever going to happen, and yet here we were. Twin Souls preparing to Converge.
Even the sound of the words spinning inside my brain set butterflies fluttering in my belly. I wasn’t quite sure what converging souls meant, but at that moment, as Cade undressed me with his eyes, I couldn’t wait to find out.
Cade gazed hungrily, never wavering focus as he tossed my nasty shirt in the trash. He set my hands on his bare waist, no doubt, inspiring them to explore.
Cade was sweaty and definitely needed a bath.
Didn’t matter, though. No amount of grime could keep my hands steady. It had been a rare occasion I’d seen my Gemini bare-chested, and with unlimited access now, I wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.
I chewed on my bottom lip, my gaze wandering down his broad chest to his abs. Despite the fact he’d been captive in a rotting cell for the past two months, his body told a different story. Firm, traceable lines made my fingertips greedy, inspiring them to follow the unexplored path across his tan stomach.
I hummed beneath my breath, and Cade let out a quiet laugh, lifting my chin to regain my attention.
He hovered over me at six-foot five, give or take an inch. I held my own, a dash shy of six feet now, but I liked being smaller than him. It was comforting when he held me.
I was protected. Safe.
“Sit.” He gestured to the ledge of the tub, and I sat on the edge.
Cade kneeled in front of me, picking up each foot, one at a time, unlacing each boot and tossing it aside.
Butterflies swarmed. Knots tightened. Sweat pooled on my forehead, nervous energy building inside me.
Cade rose to his feet, a naughty crooked smile splashed across his face. He unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down and kicking them off slowly, never taking his gaze from mine.
Iridescent wisps swirled in his eyes while he stood before me, absolutely bare.
And so. Freaking. Beautiful.
My breath caught. Gazing over his perfect body, I bit my bottom lip.
Luke Montgomery never forgot Isla Banks after she left Piersville. When she came back he knew that he finally had his chance to show her that this was the real deal.
After his accident, believing the worst, Isla goes to Singapore to represent the Montgomerys business and to heal her broken heart.
Waking up to find Isla gone, Luke starts to plan how to fix the damage to their relationship. Watching as she becomes ill thousands of miles away, he knows he has to be by her side.
After an attempt on his life back home, he takes Isla and hides in Indonesia determined to protect her and their future from whomever is set on killing the Montgomerys.
Back home the sabotage continues and after the attempt on Brett's life, the Prices and Montgomerys have joined forces to track down who is responsible, but finding people who don't want to be found proves easier said than done.
I've always been an avid reader and writer, so when my best friends (three males who drive me closer to insanity daily) dared me to publish, in fact triple dared with no returnseys, I couldn't say no - the forefits are always painful. Deciding to shelve all of the work I'd ever done and to and to start with a new project was my best idea though, at least I think so. After being on the brink of insanity many times, I'm delighted to confirm that I came out of it with my dignity still intact.....just!
I'm the daughter of diplomats who has lived all over the world and you'd be hard placed to figure out where my accent is from - it's a Heinz 57 variety accent. My poor child has also picked up my accent and vocabulary, which is predominantly American I guess.
My projects so far include a contemporary romance series called the Providence Series and its subseries called Amity, an MC series that I'm excited about called Luthers Vengeance and also a paranormal series that I'm still planning out.
I could see that they immediately recognized my last name. Right now I didn’t care what they were thinking, I just wanted Isla to wake up and to hold her.
“Okay Mr Montgomery, you may stay. Could you go and stand over there please,” the Doctor pointed towards the end of Isla’s bed. “You can still see her; we just need some space to do some small tests.”
Walking down where he’d pointed I watched as they took her blood pressure and pulse. Just as they were writing down the information her eyes started to flutter and slowly opened, looked around and then stopped on me. I couldn’t wait anymore and walked around to where the Doctor had been standing before he went to look at some of the monitors attached to her.
“Angel,” I bent over and kissed her forehead, inhaling the smell that was just Isla. God it felt so good to be close to her again, even the pain in my leg didn’t feel as bad around her.
I was so busy with my thoughts that I never saw the hand coming up towards my face until it slapped me harder than I thought her little hand could.
After a financial collapse devastates the United States, the new government imposes a tax on the nation’s most valuable resource—the children.
Surrendered at age ten—after her parents could no longer afford her exorbitant fees—Vee Delancourt has spent six hard years at the Mills, alongside her twin, Oliver. With just a year to freedom, they do what they can to stay off the Master’s radar. But when Vee discovers unspeakable things happening to the younger girls in service, she has no choice but to take a stand—a decision that lands her on the run and outside the fence for the first time since the System robbed her of her liberty.
Vee knows the Master will stop at nothing to prove he holds ultimate authority over the Surrendered. But when he makes a threat that goes beyond what even she considers possible, she accepts the aid of an unlikely group of allies. Problem is, with opposing factions gunning for the one thing that might save them all, Vee must find a way to turn oppression and desperation into hope and determination—or risk failing all the children and the brother she left behind.
With over 20 years’ experience in the legal and medical fields, Case Maynard decided to trade in her briefs and reports to write the stories that have been floating around in her head since childhood. She lives with her two teenagers and husband in South Georgia, while maintaining a long-distance liaison with her oldest daughter and partner in crime in Alaska. When not writing, she enjoys reading as often as possible, binge watching anything good on Netflix, and all things NCAA football (Go Noles!). You can learn more about Case and her stories on her website.
A modern young woman on the coast of Ireland, widowed too soon by the death of her sailor husband, is visited by the fabled Irish sea god Lir...and true love.
FROM THE DEPTHS
Ten years after a terrible accident steals her happiness, Fiona Moran has a life as shabby and rundown as the little lighthouse she maintains on the isle of Inisheer—and only fury in her heart for the fabled gods of Ireland. Little does she know, all that is about to change. Backlit by the pouring rain, a handsome stranger appears on her doorstep, and unlike the fearsome deity tasked with sailing drowned souls to their final resting place, this handsome behemoth with a boyish grin is intent upon raising her back to the heights of happiness. He alone can make this offer of bliss. She alone can choose it.
Deena spends her time playing in the Garden of Good and Evil as she writes fantasy, paranormal romance, and suspense. She’s been known to have downed a few beers with her angels, and even put Satan in his place a time or two. She’s fascinated with the concept of immortality and all its implications. Gilbert, Arizona, near her beloved Superstition Mountains, is where she and her family call home.
“Crazy?” Fiona huffed her way into the kitchen with the barely emptied coffee mug and dumped it in the sink. “Why? Is it wrong to love my husband so deeply that my heart shrivels and dies without him around? Is it crazy that all livin’ color has gone gray in my world? I curse the sea fer takin’ ye away from me, Connor, because the better half of me drowned along with ye that day.”
She crumpled to the wooden floor and dissolved into a mass of wretched sobs, something she hadn’t done for months. A stranger had intruded on her world, disrupting the numbing effects of a despondency she’d come to rely on to get her through each day. All with a simple, careless comment.
“Oh, Connor!” Weak hands slapped at the floor beneath her. She didn’t know how much more she could take before she walked herself right into the ocean with no thought of coming back.
Pounding on her door accentuated her desperate thoughts, and a muffled voice seeped through the cracks.
“Mrs. Moran, I’ve come back to apologize. I’m so sorry. For everythin’. Please open the door so I can tell ye so to yer face. I can’t leave without makin’ things right between us.”