Ember Holt

My boyfriend cheated on me, so I bought a possibly haunted hot spring in BFE, Colorado. Oops. To make matters worse, the owner of my competition seems determined to crush my fledgling business at every turn. Oh, and the rumors are true… there’s an incubus demon trapped in my hot spring.

I astral projected to cheat at poker and landed myself in witness protection with a brooding fire demon. Oops. Now my family’s hiding out in northern Maine in a busted-up café my brother won in a shady bet. The place is a disaster: cursed sugar jars, haunted espresso machine, and oh yeah…

He wants his bloodthirsty rival for a wife. She only wants the queen's head on a pike. Scarlett Bloodletter narrowly escaped her own assassination at the tender age of fourteen. Why had her mother, the queen, tried to kill her? Beats Scarlett, but she assumed it was because she was a nomaj.

Royal secrets trade high on the black market, and being a quiet princess allows Alyse to hear many things in the palace.

She’s a beacon of hope against a powerful queen. He’d steal the sun to save his people. Jasper's mission to overthrow a tyrant king in the south hinges on one thing: finding a woman of superior royal lineage to use as bait. Reina, the spirited fourth princess of Fynren, fits the bill.

Adrik is trapped by his unrequited love. Wounded by a dead woman who can never apologize for what she did to him. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever feel whole again, or at peace.

He wants nothing more than to be her everything. She can't stand the thought of being his void. Gareth knew the moment he saw Cecillia that she was the only woman for him. Her strength, her fire, her dedication... she pulled him in.

Before meeting Corvin, Maeve's penniless investigative journalist days were on wash, rinse, repeat: gym, latte, class, bar job, and madly slamming her keyboard in between. When the tall, handsome shifter pulls back the veil, revealing that she too is a Fae shapeshifter, everything changes.

A prophecy of ruin binds him to her. She wants nothing more than to escape. Lily has never been the delicate flower she was named after. She preferred silly pranks and dirty poetry to needlepoint and politics, which is why the queen sent her off to a “proper” royal academy.