Fairy Fantasy Romance

Ever since I can remember, I’ve been drowning in everyone’s emotions—across time, across space, with no escape from the constant onslaught. In my mosaic of madness, I cling to the only thing that comforts me: Visions of green eyes wrapped in a velvet voice and soothing masculine scent. Eyes that feel like home. Until a desperate, far-fetched bid to salvage my sanity leads me into the Courts of the sensual Sung: energy-weaving witches who keep the Earth in a precarious balance, and their fiercely devoted Bonded. And I find myself staring into those same smaragdine eyes.

To become a Queen, Freya has to give up everything.There's only one way to become an immortal, and that is to take up the mantle of everything that she is not. To become fae. To lead a court. To become the Autumn Thief herself.

Many questions surround the origin of these sentient beings who are stronger than humans, eat differently, and live longer. But they were created just as we were, maybe even before us. It is from them we obtain our fairy tales - and our nightmares. They are the reason we believe in superheroes - and monsters. Because...they exist. In the past, creatus kept the human race safe from an anonymous distance. But now, one creatus will endanger them all by falling in love - with a human.

Brynja spent her childhood as a captive performer in Tenebris, the imposing mountain palace of King Kallias. Every night she risked death for the king’s entertainment until his rebellious son, Prince Ballast, helped her escape. Now twenty, Brynja has never forgotten the brutal king. Or forgiven him. Under the cloak of a three-month-long Winter Dark, Brynja is returning to Tenebris for revenge.

None of us expected a visit from the devil himself, but after Lucifer comes a-knocking, we know things are about to heat up fast. According to the demons, the only way to protect me is to bind us all together. Forever. Something I’m not sure I’m even willing to do. But with Greed’s ring still on my finger and Lucifer’s sights set on making me his next plaything, what other choice do I have? When I’m dragged to Hell against my will, I’m determined to find a way topside again. But the darkness within me is enjoying this deadly vacation a little too much.

When Lachlan, the golden prince of faeries, is transformed into a fox and banished from the forest on the eve of his mother’s funeral, the last creature he expects to seek help from is a human. But Sorcha Darrow is not so easily enchanted by the wily faerie. Only after discovering her father means to marry her to a wealthy Londoner does she decide to help him, seeking the power of a being even Lachlan is wary of: a kelpie.

Bloated on chaos, the Morrigan gathers power. A trip through Hell yields quite the assortment of allies. Fell creatures straight out of myth and nightmare that haven’t darkened Earth’s boundaries for centuries heed her call. Heartily sick of the Morrigan’s maneuvering, the dragons are close to shutting their world off from everywhere, Earth included. If they do, every dragon shifter bond will be broken. Horrified, Lachlan and Britta launch a desperate campaign to hang onto their dragons.

A dragon shifter stirs and wakens deep in the Scottish Highlands. His cave is the same and his hoard intact, yet something’s badly amiss. Lachlan ventures above ground-and wishes he hadn’t. His castle is gone, replaced by ungainly row houses. Men aren’t wearing plaids, and women scarcely wear anything at all, particularly the woman who accosts him with unseemly banter. What manner of wench is she to dress so provocatively?

Witch-in-training Emma Hart is preparing for one of the worst days of her life...the marriage of fallen angel Daniel Starr to the spoiled fairy, Elsa Knightsbridge. Fortunately for Emma, distractions are easy to come by in Spellbound when a troll is found dead near a bridge and an overzealous werewolf is arrested for indecent exposure. Will these incidents be enough to keep Emma from falling apart? Or will one of these situations be her undoing?

When Persephone was born, Zeus received a troubling prophecy. Some day his beautiful, innocent daughter would be taken captive by Hades, the dark god of the underworld. Determined to protect her, her father hid her away in the human world where she would be shielded from her fate. Hades learned of this betrayal nine centuries ago. He’s been searching for his destined queen ever since. And when he finds her, no power on earth or below it will stop him. He will take her. He will corrupt her. And Zeus will suffer for daring to keep her from him.

In a Sweden wracked by war and haunted by folk stories so dark they can only be spoken of in whispers, Helvig has been raised by her brigand father to steal whatever treasure catches her eye. When her men ambush a strange girl on the road with hair pale as death and a crow perched on her shoulder, Helvig cannot resist bringing home a truly unique prize: a genuine witch. Drawn irresistibly into the other woman's web, Helvig soon learns of Gerda's reason for walking the icy border roads alone: to find the queen who lives at the top of the world and kill her.

Sebastian Apollo dared to tempt the gods and lost. Now, he has found himself contained to Prometheus, a famed prison at the end of the world. Except now, Prometheus is run by the little sister of the god he tried to overthrow, and is focused on redemption rather than punishment. Persy Jupiter has spent the last four years attempting to turn a famed prison into a safe haven for redemption and has succeeded. Until her brother plops the god who tried to overthrow him and almost killed his wife into her protection, asking her to accomplish an impossible task—bring him back as Apollo.

After my best friend was snatched away on her 25th blood moon, chosen by the fates to become a Nature Halfling, I promised myself two things. I wouldn’t cry about the decisions of fate, so I would appreciate being a Fire Gifted come what may. And should I be destined to remain as I was, I’d find the man who had been haunting my dreams. Four moons later, my own 25th blood moon has arrived and it coincides with the last ball to be hosted by our King and Queen. Usurpers are closing in ready to upset the very fabric of our kingdom.

I’m Autumn, an Infernal reaper, and I’m bound to my sexy-as-hell rebel gods by their shifter spirits. When Hades, scorching hot King of the Underworld and savage hell hound, hunts me through the Eternal Forest, I’m caught in his dangerous spell.

What is a maiden to do when her prince is not a prince, her hair won’t stop growing, and someone has cursed her to sleep for 300 years? In Polyhymnia’s case, it seems expedient to get up with the help of a kiss or two, trailing her hair behind her, and find out who did it. Nothing quite works out as planned, however, and Poly can’t be sure if that’s because she never seems to be able to remember things like the mysterious spindle that keeps showing up around her, or if it’s the fault of the wizard who woke her but never stops long enough to explain anything.

Cass Saélihn isn't some defenseless damsel sitting on her ass and waiting for her hot, alpha males to rescue her. She won't accept the fate of being in another cage. Even though the torque on her neck binds her, rendering her powerless. She won't allow Ares and Apollo to sever her mating bond to her beloved mates, no matter how they seduce, threaten, or torture her.

When pressed, Jonathan Shea admits magic runs through his blood, but he’s always been ambivalent about it - until a dragon and her mage show up in the Scottish Highlands, and then all bets are off. Jonathan’s charmed and captivated by the dragon - a creature fresh out of myth and legend - but the woman bonded to the dragon is incredible.

Furious and weary, Angus Shea wants out, but he can’t stop the magic powering his visions. The Celts kidnapped him when he wasn’t much more than a boy. He’s sick of them and their endless assignments, but they wiped his memories, and he has no idea where he came from. Arianrhod prefers to work alone and guards her privacy for the best of reasons. She’s not exactly a virgin, and she’d be laughed out of the Pantheon if the truth surfaced. Despite the complications of leading a double life, she’s never found a lover who tempted her to walk away from the Celtic gods.

Isobel: I’m on the run from my evil stepmother, but no one can know. Least of all my new boss, Hunter Dawkins. We might have had one amazing night together, but the next morning he went colder than a Wall Street banker’s heart during a charity ball. Hunter: I have big plans for my large-animal veterinary clinic, and they don’t include taking on a gorgeous, fast-talking city-slicker for a summer intern. The fact that she’s got legs for days and curves that could make a grown man weep? Or that we spent one unforgettable night together? Doesn’t mean a thing.

The prince of Rivenwilde is about to meet his match. It is a truth universally acknowledged that a cursed prince must be in want of a wife... to break his curse. But when a princess on the run bargains her way into his palace, he discovers he's not the only one who guards a secret.