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"It's not a story." With four words, Helena’s quiet life goes up in flames. When her childhood friend returns to tell her she is the prophesied ruler of the Chosen—those blessed with the gift of magic—there’s no avoiding her destiny. Suddenly, Helena is surrounded by a circle of protectors, each man having sworn their loyalty to her since her birth. All except for one: her Mate. It’s not enough that she simply learn how to use her magic and undergo a trial to prove her worth; in order to claim her title, Helena must also find the man who carries the other half of her soul.

“You will damn us all.” Kiri Helena Solene thought her trial was over. She was wrong. Prophesied to be the strongest of her kind, Helena is still coming to terms with the depth of her power and what it means to rule. Unfortunately, there’s little time to learn. “Without the tether you will fracture.” As her soul mate, Von is Helena’s balance. Too bad he’s missing. When he disappears, her tenuous hold on her magic begins to slip. Helena must find Von, and soon, or risk losing control completely. If only she knew where to look.

I am a forgotten lesser from a former servant world. The first to voyage across deadly space, knock on the spiky palace door, and demand entry. But something went wrong. My mission failed. Now my family and friends are long gone. Others accomplished what I sacrificed everything for. All that’s left are nightmares and suspicious scars. Then one day the emperor bursts into my lounge. He stalks toward me, his beautiful silver eyes flashing with rage. It turns out my snarky, boredom-inspired annotations on his personal records weren’t so private.

Escapism is how Tegan copes with the pressures of being the only neurotypical person in her household. Her husband Cooper knows that his spiraling mind, depression, anxiety, ADHD, and Autism are a lot to handle. He’s not always the best version of himself for the love of his life.

Ezekiel Summers, the son of a preacher, lost an eye because of me. Cyrus Porter, the child of a sociopath, burned a man for touching me. Levinston Cartwright, an heir to billions, used his wealth to stalk me. Three vastly different, yet dangerous men with one thing in common… An obsession with me.

Living in a year around Christmas town has its drawbacks. The caroling, the decorations, the insanely cheery spirit, it never disappears. It's why I like to hibernate away in my cave - I mean housekeeping a healthy distance from the holly jolly spirits. And all was going according to plan until my nemesis, Storee Taylor, moved in next door to care for her Aunt Cindy. Without blinking, she turned my simple world into a real nightmare-before-Christmas, especially when she decided to enter the town Christmas Kringle contest - which she was determined to win.

The Viper’s Lady is second in a five-book series and ends on a cliffhanger. It is a SLOW burn, modern-day retelling, loosely based on the legend of King Arthur. Aspects of the lore will be layered throughout the series, but it is not a fantasy romance. The FMC will eventually end up with more than one love interest, and the ultimate goal is for all the characters to live and love without limits. Please check the full list of tropes and content available on my website.

Trust didn't always go both ways, and Grady Donehue had learned that the hard way. He hadn't learned better after the first betrayal, but he wasn't going to make the same mistake a third time. Striking up a strange friendship with the equally strange–and straight–soldier, Lake, who had sunshine in his eyes? Grady could do that. He could even handle helping Lake figure out he might not be so straight after all, in a very hands-on way. But falling in love? No, thanks.

The sequel to Third Time Lucky, following Grady and Lake as they navigate their new relationship.

Two weeks before the most dangerous mission of my life I met the woman of my dreams. Then my life—and the Humvee I was in—got blown to hell. Up until then, I'd been married to the Marines with no regrets. Being unattached meant I could do my job without distractions. I didn't have to worry if a girl was stepping out when I was on a year-long tour overseas, nor consider making a wife a widow every time I went on a dangerous mission.

I did the unthinkable and rejected the only woman who ever really wanted me. What else was I supposed to do when she was asking for a future that could never exist? Horsemen didn’t have souls. And if a future did exist for our kind, it was bathed in blood and unholy fire. Hardly the stuff dreams were made of. Merri deserved more than nightmares. I thought I was saving her from such a fate, instead I’d unwittingly sent her flying into the arms of the one being I was supposed to protect her from. My wildflower was in Lucifer’s clutches, and we had no idea how to get her back.

Word to the wise, never become roommates with a girl you’ve been pining over for the better part of a year. You're probably wondering why I would do such a thing? Well, I didn’t. It was my teammates. The moment they found out Blakely White was single, they took it upon themselves to play cupid and instruct me on how I should win her over. Don't wear a shirt around her. Make her dinner. Lightly touch her shoulder when you say goodbye. I'm so flustered, so overwhelmed, so madly in love with this woman who barely notices me.

He binds me in red ribbons and says my safe word is ‘mistletoe.’ On Christmas Eve, a masked Alpha breaks into my home. He’s been stalking me, he says. Following my every move. He knows everything about me—how high my mortgage is, how little I earn at my soul-destroying customer service job. What kind of shameful secrets I keep in my nightstand.

One heroic act damned me for eternity. With a name like Tor, I should have been a hero, just like my father and twin. Turns out I’m not. Not even close. Instead I’m the very thing we hunted. A depraved monster. I thought there was no escaping the curse. No hope for a future. And then I met my mate in the unlikeliest of places: Blackwood Asylum. A place for criminals. Power-hungry madmen. Supernatural outcasts. And her, the curvaceous writer who sees ghosts.

When Teancum Leon, a wildlife veterinarian, and his husband, semi-reformed conman Jeremiah Berger, go to a conference in central Missouri, they’re expecting a short and uneventful trip. Tean will present a paper, attend a few panels, and network (under duress). Jem is looking forward to unlimited poolside drinks, some well-deserved couple time, and peace and quiet.

When Auggie Lopez returns to Wahredua for his senior year of college, he’s excited about the future: He’s growing his brand as an influencer, he’s almost done with school, and he’s building a life with his boyfriend, Theo. Then Auggie gets a phone call from Howard Cartwright, Theo’s ex—and Cart tells Auggie he’s being framed for murder.

I spent my life running from my past, hiding behind a guitar, a microphone, and a fake last name. But after my father's death, the truth came out, I'm a Wilde, and now I'm in the spotlight more than ever. My record label has big plans for Killian Wilde, the country music sensation, and unfortunately those include a co-written album with British bad-boy rocker Jameson Lorde. The one man I can't stand. Even if he is the sexiest man I've ever seen.

All my life I’ve been a prisoner. Locked away by men who think they hold all the power. First my father. And now him. The devil himself. Reid Harris. Even my husband can’t save me from the most infamous man in Harrow Creek and his loyal best friend. I’m tangled up in their twisted games. One woman. Three dangerous men. They expect me to cower. To beg and plead for mercy. But Reid’s about to discover that not everyone bends to his will.

My sin? Falling in love. People say "Go to Hell" like it's a place. It is. But it's also a state of existence, one with which I'm intimately familiar. What else would you expect for one of the damned, though? You know, those of us who’ve been cast out. The Fallen Ones.

Spending Thanksgiving trapped in a hotel with a man I can’t stand, really isn’t my idea of a good time, but that’s what’s happening anyway. I’ve hated River Santos since I first started working for the airline. I was warned to stay away from him by more than one flight attendant, my best friend included. River was your typical pilot: cocky, arrogant, and left a trail of broken hearts in his wake. At least that’s what I’d always been told. But one unprecedented snowstorm later and I find myself spending time with a guy I thought I knew, but didn’t really know at all.