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Blane has kept his people hidden from the Horde since the day they came in and wiped out the dragon race, but they didn’t kill them all. Now he’s back and making a move against the Horde. He’s going to take back what’s rightfully his in a step to wage war against those who took everything from him. The one thing he didn’t expect was to find her instead of the Horde King’s offspring.

Special Edition This edition features exclusive bridge chapters—never before released—that expand the world of Moons and Shadows and illuminate the unseen threads between Book 1 and the upcoming sequel, Shadows and Mist. These new scenes offer pivotal glimpses into the aftermath, the healing, and the rising truths that refuse to stay buried. Perfect for returning listeners, this edition deepens the journey through memory, magic, and love that defies fate. His faith. His sacrifice. Bound by Shadow Her freedom. Her life. She was never destined to awaken… like this.

My family owes the Bellinis a debt. And I've come to learn quickly that their family motto is: "Debts must always be paid." In this case, that means a life for a life. My life, to be exact. I'm being served up on a silver platter, forced to marry a mafia man, sight unseen, shackled to the Bellinis forever. If I refuse... my father will pay the ultimate price. Only once I reach the altar and lay eyes on my groom, I realize he's not a complete stranger. Not only have I met Enzo Bellini once before, but that brief encounter left me thinking about him for months.

Debts must always be paid. The task was simple: fill in for my best friend as the lifeguard at a private birthday party. But the next thing I know, I'm pulling a little girl out of the pool and resuscitating her. That's when I learned a key detail my best friend failed to mention. The party was for a pint-sized mafia princess, and I'd unknowingly saved the life of the Don's four-year-old daughter. Now, in Matteo Bellini's mind, he owes me a debt.

Mike Page fled Ironwood Flats, Texas the moment he tossed his high school cap in the air and never looked back. But when his little sister, Annie, is suddenly left raising two kids on her own, one desperate call brings him right back to the one place he swore he’d never return. Now, stuck playing uncle, Mike’s in for more than he bargained for, especially since it means surviving the town’s infamous Halloween celebrations—his personal nightmare.

Rach is a down-on-her-luck, happy-go-lucky kind of lady. Sure, she may work as an assistant to personal assistants, crash on her ex-boyfriend’s couch, and hide a whole secret past. But, mostly, things are great.

The end has come. The stars cry out in warning as the world eaters approach, and tensions rise as chaos reigns across every realm. Ancient primordial gods drain magic from weaker beings, and war knocks on the door of every kingdom. But no one could have predicted the key to ending it all… me. I realize now that I was never meant to be an ordinary, simple witch. Forged by prophecy and a heritage crafted by the gods, I was born to face the end—the point of no return. Now, as cosmic forces threaten to rip our world apart, we stand at the heart of it.

Stay away from mages. It was a singular phrase my father had ingrained in me from the time of my birth. Sorry, Dad. I have a feeling that is going to be a problem. You have to understand… my life has been bland at best. Everything in my life, every single day, has been scripted, organized, and neat. Calm, cool, and collected. The problem? It wasn't real. I wasn't like the other witches in my father's coven. I had a chaotic storm growing inside of me, and the moment these mages stepped into the picture, it began to escape. The perfect image of my life was shattered.

Benedict Turner has made a name for himself dismantling smaller publishing houses and destroying authors’ careers in the process. When the flirtatious Brit agrees to a quick interview for my book research, the last thing I expect is the charming, sexy billionaire to sweep me off my feet. Despite being a walking red flag who doesn’t like pineapple on pizza, considers a nightly run a good time, and insisting soccer is football, he isn’t the morally gray man I thought he would be.

Descendant of Chaos. Daughter of Magic. Two titles that I had been called time and time again, but neither of them truly fit. As I had found in the God realm, I was so much more than that—an anomaly. And because of who I was and how I came to be, I was now part of a prophecy—one with world-ending aspects I wasn't a fan of. Unfortunately, I couldn't avoid the situation forever, and while the Horde was an amazing place to do exactly that… I quickly found there was something so much larger at stake than my pride or my anger at what Isis and my birthmother had done.

Welcome to Hell’s Gate, where surviving an apocalyptic event is a regular Tuesday, but getting a second date is impossible. Stay out of the city park past dusk, adhere to the curfew on Tuesdays, and whatever you do, keep the batteries in your UV flashlights charged. Grace Walker is the city’s top PR specialist. Her job is to make Hell’s Gate look desirable to tourists and potential residents. An impossible task when every day could be the city’s last.

Chaos. Magic. Love. Three elements to my life that have brought me to this point—traveling to the God realm. I know we can handle whatever the fates decide to toss our way. Yet between visiting Queen Titania's court and learning far more about my demi-gods' past than I could have expected... I just hope we can retain some semblance of sanity by the end of this. And what happens when I finally meet the man, the myth, the... well, god, obviously—Set. My father. What has Isis been hiding from me? Secrets are unraveling nearly as fast as things are heating up between my men and me.

Did we need to hold a Halloween party? No, of course not. Was I going to anyway? You better freakin' believe it. I didn't even feel bad! We needed a break! Even if it was for a day, a healthy work-life balance was essential…even if it was holding a bloody Halloween party and the work was determining who was sucking the magic out of people like goddamn juice boxes.

Hideaway Harbor was supposed to be a quick detour—one cozy Christmas job, then I’d be back on the cruise ship, far from my powerful ex and the mess I left behind. But thanks to a tiny mix-up, my “accommodation” is a storage room with a creaky daybed and no plumbing. Enter my neighbor Fredrik: a broody bookstore owner with a decent bathroom and the social skills of a cactus. He’s everything I shouldn’t want—grumpy, reclusive, and allergic to holiday cheer. Yet he keeps showing up for me. Saving me. Heating up the sauna....

My father is a serial killer. No big deal. I promise. Me? Upset? No. Never. In fact, it would be really easy to pretend that the man never existed in the first place… if it wasn't for the bodies. What bodies? Only about 200 of them. Like I said. No big deal. What is even worse? He has had a dual purpose for killing them, and it isn't just because he's a sadistic monster. No. It is far worse than that. And if all of this wasn't enough to deal with… I had eight men in my life. Yes. Eight.

An all-expenses-paid autumn break in the mountains at a luxury art retreat? As a broke single mom, I can't believe my luck. Until my boss's whirlwind son crashes my private cabin. Charlie is my work problem, the rockstar Creative Director with a Kickstarter addiction and a charmed life. The man I can't stand… or stop thinking about. For two years, I've hidden my feelings. But as we explore the experimental art classes, small-town magic, and the wilderness, truths are exposed. Heat turns up and fake dating turns real.

I nearly had it all: a successful football career, money flowing like a waterfall, and women dropping at my feet. I was living life to the max until some pretty harsh weather conditions ended my career and ruined the rest of my life. I turned into someone I didn’t know and didn’t like and became the laughingstock of my family. They all expected me to knock up a hooker. I don’t blame them. I made a lot of mistakes.

The Southern Kingdom did not bend rules or deviate from tradition. For Syrenn, this meant that she would have to continue vying for the Princes hand in marriage - even though she often found her eye wandering toward his darker, elder brother. Until the Southern Prince chooses his bride, however, she is stuck in a realm that is not her own, participating in a marriage contest against her will. When her fellow contenders start dying gruesome deaths, she must uncover who is behind the murders. Even if it costs her own freedom.

Jane Agatha Fontenot has never felt like she fit in—not with her curvy frame, her neurodivergent mind, or the flickers of magic that have sparked throughout her life without ever fully taking hold. Her grandma Agatha still calls her “Janey” with love, and her best friend just calls her “J,” but the rest of the world? They’ve mostly written her off.

Most members of the Mountain Mavericks MC refuse to touch me, but there’s one member that has recently gotten my attention. Lane is slightly older than me, and the way his eyes rake over my body when he doesn’t think anyone is looking; has me interested.