Meet Grace, a witch who is seeking revenge. Enter Caspian, a Crown Prince of Hell. A deal is struck, the terms a bit unusual, and the story begins. A deal with a demon, what could possibly go wrong? So very many things…How about when the demon is summoned he is a bit of pompous ass, who is suprem...
I received this ARC copy from author Rebecca Royce in exchange for an honest review.In this 8 novella series from multiple authors, we are introduced to 8 Military Heroes who are going through the loss of their teammates when a mission they were all on to eliminate international bad guy "Red Wolf...
Whoever this dragon was meant him and Krysanthe harm. Gods help him, because no one else would be able to. Only the rage died in his gut when he saw who it was who hunted them—and there was no mistake, this dragon wasn’t coming to offer aid. He was ...
“What the hell was that for?” What was that for? Could he really be so dense? “What do you think it was for? For telling me I should take you to mate and it’s not a big deal because you’re going to die?” “It solves your problems. You didn’t want to ...
Stefan didn’t understand. She’d been infected—turned. She didn’t look sick, and she still had her human consciousness when she changed. All of the beasts at the facility did. He’d never seen that behavior before. That didn’t negate the fact they were brutal dogs, but it did change how he’d deal w...
What did I tell you would happen?” Gin’s perky voice startled Anne from a dead sleep the next morning. Anne grumbled and rolled over. “Christ, Gin. How are you so energetic this freaking early?” She pulled a pillow over her head. The petite blonde flopped onto the bed next to her. “Chase asked me...
Rather than darting to the glass to look outside, she lay quietly in the shadows and listened.“Heard melodies are sweet, yet those unheard are sweeter. Therefore, ye soft pipes play on…” His voice faded for a moment. “All breathing human passion far above—,”Keats. He was reciting Keats to Perseph...
Watching her work was a thing of beauty, both because she was brilliant and because he simply liked looking at her. She was, in a word, magnificent. Her dark hair was tied back in a bun at the nape of her neck, the pale swan curve a sharp contrast that consistently drew hi...
Not the figs and brine scent from my first encounter with the Cross, but something more sensual and appealing. There’d been no pain as the blade sliced into my skin and for a moment, the flesh gaped open—clean and smooth like slicing into a ham. Then something welled blue and viscou...
No sad little commentary on the state of her life. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and she was a witch. It really didn’t get much better than that, did it? Things could always be worse. She could be a mortal. A soul stuck in a tragicall...
It came to him in a dream.He knew he was dreaming because when he became aware of himself, he was skipping. Dark warlocks, master spies, and Dred Shadowins in particular, did not skip. Nor did they take the time to notice that everything smelled like honey.He was sure that honey did not have a sc...
He’d jumped into the dark waters of the swamp rather than have sex with her. He even had Mating Fever and still denied her. What was she doing wrong? Then it hit her. He didn’t want to be tied to someone who was only looking for something temporary....
I demanded as Jason shoved me into his car. “A clusterfuck, that’s what.” His familiar face was set into cold stone, even his blond hair not daring to move out of place. “Not really an answer, Grimes.” He shoved the key into the ignition and as soon as the engine roared to life, he tore ass ou...
Tally was torn between wanting to see Falcon all the time and never wanting see him again. He hadn’t brought up the Crimson Tide Incident, or the Werewolf Incident. In fact, he acted like none of it had happened. She supposed that was just as well. It was a Shall Not, after all. ...
Morningstar asked after the rest of the students had left for the evening. “And what’s it to you?” Caraway tossed her head in defiance of whatever plot he’d hatched in his Infernal brain. “It’s nothing to me, but obviously everything to you.” He stepped into the sallow light of the candelabra, th...
She was already beautiful, but this beauty now, it was preternatural. Her hair was silkier, her skin impossibly smooth, and her eyes—gods, her eyes. He could see eternity there. Past, present, and all the ages to come. He belonged to her—her name was tattooed on his bones. An eon from now, when f...