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Hope can be a dangerous thing. It can be all-consuming. Can be the only thing you think about. The only comfort you have is when locked in the darkness of your own mind. The hope to find light at the end of the tunnel. A guiding hand to lead you out of the nightmare. But what of love? For Ella, it is the thing she clings to when all that hope is lost. A love that is always worth fighting for. Even if it means losing everything. Because love is worth the sacrifice for… A HellBeast's Queen.

I never claimed to be smart. Especially when it came to trying to outrun two Vampire Mafia Kings who owned this city. Two Kings who had been cursed into loving me. They think it's real, and I know it's not. Not for them. But for me… I had foolishly gone and fallen in love with both of them. Fallen in love with their tender words and their dominant hands. But even in this concrete kingdom they ruled over, there was a secret threat not even they could save me from. Darker forces are working behind the scenes and lying in wait.

The journey isn't over. Jared and Ella's story continues in the next pulse-pounding installment of the HellBeast Kings story. As darkness looms and the past refuses to stay buried, secrets will be unearthed, alliances shattered, and destinies rewritten.

And here we go again. Back to being Fates' puppet and facing a very different time once again. And with a new era comes facing a whole new set of challenges when dealing with my husband. For this time, he didn't know who I was to him. Didn't know that I was his Chosen One. And as for me, I intended to keep it that way. The problem with that was that Draven was now torn. Torn between the obligation he feels to find his Electus and torn between the temptation he soon feels for his… little maid.

Dunkel, verführerisch sexy, und süchtig machend. Dramatisch und so spannend, dass du dich bei jeder Seite fragen wirst… Wer ist dieser König von Afterlife? Keira ist neu in der Stadt und flieht vor ihrer Vergangenheit. Eine Vergangenheit, die ihre Träume heimsucht, bis ein neuer Alptraum sie anfängt zu jagen… groß, dunkel und sexy. Ihr neuer Boss, Dominic Draven. Die Frage ist, was läuft in diesem berüchtigten Gothic Nachtclub in der kleinen Stadt Evergreen Falls? Und noch wichtiger, was hat sein mächtiger Besitzer mit ihr vor?

What do you do when running is no longer an option? When the man hunting you not only found you… But now wanted to make you his prisoner? And worse yet, why did that new title make me squirm and want to give myself to him? My Demon captor. Ryker's world was so much more complicated than I ever imagined, and discovering my place in it, even more so.

It had to be said that I didn't much care for the Devil. Especially when he tried to use me to control the Beast. But this was his mistake. As such, I had been granted early release, and as for the Beast… he was not happy. So now Hell had a problem. A big one. One named Abaddon who was currently tearing Hell apart trying to find me. Which meant I now had a choice to make. Let the Beast destroy all the realms or find myself a date.

I tried to run. I tried to hide. But look where it got me: captured and held firmly in the grasp of my HellBeast King. One still intent on completing the claim he feels he has on me. Which I knew meant only one thing: making me his—in every single way. By claiming my heart, then my blood, and now the very last thing left of me to give… He wants my body. But after having my heart trampled on, and after I had been willing to hand it over freely... Will I now finally accept what he calls my fate?

Hell. Just do your time, they said. It will be easy, they said. What's a hundred years sentenced to prison in Hell? Well, I can tell you, for an Imp like me, it was a pretty long time. Like most Imps, I am a mischievous sort, and that tends to annoy people, said people like the prison guards. Which meant that my time in Hell had just gotten a lot more complicated. I was about to receive the type of punishment no living soul had ever come back from. Not a single one had ever survived.

I tried to hide from the truth and that didn’t work. I tried to run from him and that definitely didn’t work. What was next for me but to try and work off my punishment? One that ended with me sacrificing my own heart the second his Lost Siren finally walked into his life; the one I found for him. I took this as my cue to leave. My cue to run and never look back. That had been the plan and he made a promise to let me go. A promise he quickly broke.

Writing down your dreams…that sounded pretty harmless right? Turned out, I was sort of good at it. Turned out, it made a good book. Because who knew you could make money from writing about the man of your dreams? Who knew it would pay to fantasize about a fictional character you had fallen in love with. But most of all, who knew that one day, a set of doors would open, and you would find out that he wasn't fictional at all...that he was real.

It started as a HellBeast’s mistake that ended in me making my own. Now I am paying for it; now I am running from it. I am soon to discover how foolish that was, because you can't run from the HellBeast King, not when he still wants you. Not when that King isn’t ready to let you go. So now I am being hunted, and soon he will find me...I know this.

I was just a data analyst. I paid my taxes on time. I used to feed a cat that wasn’t my own and bake cookies for the office. I was a good girl. How was my reward finding myself penniless, broken down and stuck on the side of the road with everything I owned piled in the back, and all because I was being chased by the Mob? But then again, I must have had some luck left or he wouldn’t have stopped.

It all started with a plane ride. Just a simple plane ride home…that’s what they said. One that wasn’t supposed to end with me flying the damn thing! But then going home wasn’t supposed to be a bad thing either…well, that was if going home didn’t also meaning trying to hide my new, secret boyfriend. Someone who just so happened to be my father’s old enemy. Well, Lucius had other ideas, ones that included sneaking into my room, reading my diary, feeling me up and getting my panties in a twist about pretty much everything…literally.

It started the moment I woke up in hospital; I naively believed I would find myself alone. I was wrong, because the HellBeast King wasn’t done with me. Far from it, in fact, as he told me he had made a vow...a vow to keep me safe. But as my fate started to unravel, revealing more and more pieces of him at the core, I couldn’t help but question: was his vow to keep me safe, or was it simply a HellBeast’s fight to keep me?

The day I snuck into the infamous Devil’s Ring Fight Club. I had followed my cousin Amelia, who turned out not to be quite as innocent as I first believed. In fact, it turned out she didn’t live in the same world as I did…Not at all. I knew this the moment I entered his kingdom. My world changed the moment he found me. He gave me a warning that night. He told me if he ever found me again then next time, he wouldn’t be so quick in letting me escape him. His little Red Riding Hood. It was a threat I took seriously as it was only my dreams that took me back to that place.

Amelia: Lego sets, Star Trek and junk food in my pajamas, these used to be how I would spend my safe and lazy days off. Now, what am I doing with my time? High-speed chases, running from Hellhounds, fighting witches, opening boxes that threaten the entire Vampire race, and stabbing bitches with my shoes. But hey, at least I get to wear a pretty dress on my date. Now all I can hope for is that it isn’t one where people end up shooting at us again. That would be nice. And all this was because I fell in love with a Vampire King. A Vampire King, who claimed me.

Stephanie Hudson is the author of the Afterlife Saga, a dark and twisted series which can’t be contained in just one book! Stephanie joins Robin Morgan on the occasion of the release of The Pentagram Child which is Book 5 of 8 - not including the anticipated spin offs!

Well, it seemed as my days as a data analyst were long behind me, it seemed feeding random people’s cats and baking cookies for work colleagues was too. What wasn’t behind me, however, was getting snatched by the mob or finding myself tied to yet another chair. But this time the mob had made a big mistake, because this time they weren't the scariest ones out there. No, but I knew who was. The one who had claimed me. The one who wanted me back. The one who was now out for blood. A Siren’s Enforcer.

A face I knew well... my own. So now there’s an imposter pretending to me at The Devil's Ring, and the question now is: how long will a HellBeast King be fooled? But then with two of us trying to get close, I can’t help but wonder which of us will be hunted, and which of us will be claimed.