Lost Lyrebird

They warned me that the very sight of me would incite a side of Maverick I would want to flee in fear of. But I had no place else to go. My only option was to brave his wrath to survive. His darkness reaches into me, pulling at something raw, something I don’t understand. With every word he slays me, his every touch burns along my skin. He breaks down my walls, igniting my fiery temper all the while laying bare desires I was never meant to feel, much less act on. Beneath the fire and fury, I glimpse the cracks in his armor and the man he’s desperately trying to hide.

In the beginning, there was Savannah Shaw. Teasing me with a mischievous, merciless grin by day. Crawling through my window with tear-stained cheeks by night. I was ordered to avoid her. Lectured on her misdeeds. Forbidden from seeing her. But my need to protect her was innate. So natural I never questioned it. So visceral I couldn’t fight it.

My boyfriend was perfect, up until he wasn't. When Mr. Vanilla found out about my deepest, darkest fantasies, he spread them all over campus and shamed me in the worst way possible. I dropped out of college and moved to a small town, where I have just inherited a house from my long-lost grandmother. I'm determined to get my life back on track and leave my old life behind. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to be chased by a masked man through a haunted house on my first night in town. Or that he would make good on his promise to bring a friend next time.

The first year of college is supposed to be the best time of your life, right? Partying, discovering yourself, getting your heart broken… all that bullcrap. My cousin once told me I had a talent for attracting trouble. And screw me sideways, he was right. Instead of discovering myself, I discovered something much worse. I suck at college. Oh, and I am in love with my rival and former best friend’s boyfriend. I wish I could say that’s the extent of it. But drama and trouble find me everywhere I go. Not only was he my rival and enemy’s boyfriend. He was my stepbrother.

A god amongst his race, and a tyrant to others, Kaius Voroninov has only one desire in the world: Mortality. When whispers in the dark begin to speak of Kaius holding the cursebreaker prisoner in his Obsidian Palace, discontent festers within his once loyal subjects. Dark forces control his fate, and his mortality is not the only thing Adelasia LeMasters unknowingly hides within her soul.

I survived his world, but not without changing me. Not without sinking me with him into the void. Turns out, sometimes, in order to set something free, you have to destroy it. The game isn’t over. The lessons aren’t finished. And the deeper I go, the harder it is to tell where he ends and I begin.

Taking a job as a private nurse on a family ranch in Virginia was supposed to be a temporary fix—a way to disappear, lay low, and keep my past where it belongs. My patient? A grumpy old man with one foot in the grave and a foul mouth to match my own. Easy enough. His family? A whole different story. Jackson Rowe is a problem I don’t need. A rugged cowboy with a sharp stare, a sharper tongue, and a body carved by hard work and bad decisions.

Therapist June Graves moonlights as a killer who hunts abusive men. When a client’s niece goes missing, all signs point to her dangerous ex-boyfriend, Theo Zervas. It doesn’t take long for June to decide he will be her next victim. Theo Zervas, president of a local outlaw motorcycle club, the Saints of Purgatory, is intimately familiar with danger and death. He’s been looking over his shoulder his entire life, so it’s not hard to notice his sexy shadow.

What do you do when your boyfriend cheats on you six days before your brother’s wedding? The same wedding where you’re the maid of honor and the man who obliterated your heart eight years ago is the best man? I can tell you what you should not do. You should absolutely not have an emotional meltdown and let your soon to be sister-in-law find you crying into a glass of pink wine. Because then she will tell your overprotective big brother that you’re heartbroken (even if you’re not), and he will take it upon himself to ask the one man he trusts above all others to look out for you.

I've turned into a shell of myself after something happened to me, something I can't face. But when my father owes the Most Dangerous Man in New York, he only has one bargaining chip—Me. I can feel the safe haven I've built crashing down around me as I stand face to face with the leader of the criminal underground—my future husband. Now I must navigate this unwanted marriage of convenience while never revealing the truth about myself or my past.

I know what love is. After witnessing its devastation, I’ve shied away from it, Until Atlas. I never thought I’d ignore the red flags and wave a white one. Surrendering to Atlas in the most delectable way, I didn’t realize he’d been playing me all along Until I found myself at his mercy. They say love can heal all wounds, But what about the scars left behind?

When my father passed away, I assumed my grieving would be as simple as closing a book and starting another. Only he had other plans. Leaving me his beloved tattoo shop, I’m stuck to figure out what exactly to do with it, all while being constantly reminded of him.

Addiction is my weakness. A cruel temptress that follows me wherever I go. Slowly dragging me down until I drown. Until she shows up. Johanna. My life preserver in this ocean of drugs and madness. She's a total enigma, as chaotic as they come. A vixen who lives her life without limits. But her demons are greater than mine, and they threaten to drown her right alongside me. I need her as much as she needs me. We can either hang on and save each other, or we can both sink into oblivion, letting our pasts, our memories, our addictions be the anchor that weighs us down.

He’s waited a long time for me, but I’ve waited longer for the truth. Not even the king himself could keep me from the only ties left to my identity. Then I meet him, and I’m stuck between uncovering who I am and discovering who I’m meant to be.

Moving to a new town to start college, where I can try to be normal. Or at least pretend I am. I’m willing to fake it, because I’m tired of trying to get better. Tired of spilling my guts to doctors and therapists to understand why I’ve heard voices since I was a child.