C.L. Briar

Morpheus couldn’t be trusted. He was the son of Hypnos, the god responsible for aiding Demeter, killing witches, and stealing my little sister. Morpheus had the rest of them fooled with his smug grin, sharp cheekbones, and eyes glinting with sex and privilege, but I saw through his cocky smirk.

Feel no pain. Grant no mercy. Take no prisoners. For Evie, starting courses at Grace University was supposed to be a new beginning. Moving out of her oppressive family home is the first time she’s been able to picture a life for herself.

I’d been stalking her for years. My little witch was always just out of reach. But tonight, I’d gotten her scent. She could run as fast and as far as she liked. It made no difference. I would find her. And when I did, I’d drag my little witch to The Underworld to be my bride. My queen.

Elara’s instincts have kept her alive despite the growing viciousness of the fae realm. Since the enchanted storm decimated her family seven years ago and forced her to care for her younger siblings, Elara craves an escape from the ghosts of her past.