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Moon Guardian
I broke the pact and now I'm stuck with five sexy mates. Wolves aren't supposed to mate humans. Humans also aren't supposed to interrupt sacred mating ceremonies, but I had a good reason, all right? I needed magic, and I needed a lot of it to save my little sister from the Moon Shadow plague running rampant in human territory. Do the wolves think twice about consequences? No. They've been careless of the side effects caused by their little territory battles. They have never cared about us. But they'll care now, because I have all of their magic in the palm of my hand. Literally. The Goddess Crescent was supposed to be a myth, the power to turn a human and unite the major clans. I just didn't expect it to bond me to an Alpha from each of the five packs, and now I'm afraid I bit off far more than I can chew. * Five Fated Mates with No Choosing Required * Slow-Burn Romance * Rejected Mate/Second Change tropes with severe groveling by book 3 * Human Female and Wolf Shifter Males
Dark Arts Academy: Book 1
I'm Ayla Night, a regular girl with some seriously bad luck. When I receive a summons to the elite Dark Arts Academy, I know it has to be a mistake. I'm a human. A nobody. And yet... I have no soul. How the f-- did that happen? Once class starts, I manage to piss off all the major Clans just by breathing. The Pyros, the Necromancers, the Shades, and the Alchemists all want me dead. Because I'm a lost pupil of the Cursed Clan and it seems my luck is just about to turn. This is a reverse harem paranormal romance with steam, a snarky grimoire, and a badass FMC that will blow your mind.
Fortune Academy
Welcome to Fortune Academy, a school where supernaturals can feel at home-except, I have no idea what the hell I am. The last thing I remember is arriving at the massive gates with a Bounty Hunter staring me down. I have a feeling he was supposed to take me to the monster holding arena to fight and die. Instead, I'm Fortune Academy's newest student. I can relate to the monsters in ways the other students can't. My mentor, who is way too hot for his own good, tells me my behavior is the result of my memory loss and that I'm just trying to identify with a past pain that I've buried too far to feel. I think he's wrong. I think the reason I can't relate to any of the students is because I'm one ...
Siren Sins
Sirens... They Make Sin Look Good I've found my third, and he's definitely the sin of anger. Jet has some damn rage problems, but I guess that's to be expected from a dragon shifter. Am I ready to play with fire? You bet your ass I am. Derek, one of my sins, is making good work on stirring the pot. He's trying to rip open a hole to hell and he's gotten Luke on a leash to do just that. Don't worry, I have a plan. I just hope it doesn't get everybody killed. Meanwhile I hear Sarah's gotten herself into some shit. By the time I get to her (gotta keep those sins in line) I find out that she has a new girlfriend. A muse and a siren sound like trouble to me, and I decide I don't like this Vikki character, even if there's something about her that makes one of my runes itch... Author's Note: This is a fast-burn reverse harem story. It includes explicit language and sexual situations. Intended for audiences 18 years and older. As this is a series, there will be a cliffhanger.
Succubus Sins
I'm about to make the seven deadly sins my bitch. See this tattoo across my stomach? Yeah, the one with seven crazy runes. Ignore the pink one on the far right, that's Sarah. I love her, but she's not one of my four. That was a hard lesson to learn. I tried being loyal to her. Even went to a stinky Succubi Den to get a snack or two just to stay alive. Well, that didn't work out, and now I'm stuck trying to charge some dusty old relic my mother left behind. Turns out there's some crazy destiny tied to my tattoo, which is actually a birthmark and all about the end of the world. Sounds fun, sort of, not really. I've met rune #1, and he wasn't at all what I'd expected. It wasn't love at first si...
Elemental Fae Academy
My one piece of advice: Never kiss a stranger. See, I kind of kissed this sexy man at the bar on a dare once, and it turns out he's a Royal Fae destined to be my mate. Now I've been dragged to the Elemental Fae Academy to control the powers I unlocked that night. So kissing? Yeah, that won't happen again. Nope. Lesson learned. Except, I kind of kissed Titus, too. And well, now, I'm in a world of trouble. I keep burning things down, flooding dorms, and I've attracted the campus mean girl brigade. This Fae Realm is a nightmare come to life. Truly. But there are dreams here, too. Sexy ones. And they're in the form of five Elemental Fae mentors. They're supposed to help me control my powers, but who's going to keep the elements from controlling me? Note: This is a medium burn reverse harem paranormal romance, and book one of the Elemental Fae Academy trilogy.
The Rose and the Thorn
Two thieves want answers. Riyria is born. For more than a year, Royce Melborn has tried to forget Gwen DeLancy, the woman who saved him and his partner Hadrian Blackwater when all other doors were closed against them. Unable to stay away any longer, they return to Medford to a very different reception - she refuses to see them. Once more she is shielding them, this time from the powerful noble who abused her. She was right to suspect Royce wouldn't care about rank and privilege or fear any repercussions from reprisal. What she didn't realise is what he was capable of - until now. 'This epic fantasy showcases the arrival of a master storyteller' Library Journal on Theft of Swords The Riyria Revelations THEFT OF SWORDS RISE OF EMPIRE HEIR OF NOVRON The Riyria Chronicles THE CROWN TOWER THE ROSE AND THE THORN
Another Planet
THE SUNDAY TIMES TOP TEN BESTSELLER SHORTLISTED FOR THE PENDERYN MUSIC BOOK PRIZE 'Tender, wise and funny' Sunday Express 'Beautifully observed, deadly funny' Max Porter Before becoming an acclaimed musician and writer, Tracey Thorn was a typical teenager: bored and cynical, despairing of her aspirational parents. Her only comfort came from house parties and the female pop icons who hinted at a new kind of living. Returning to the scene of her childhood, Thorn takes us beyond the bus shelters, the pub car parks and the weekly discos, to the parents who wanted so much for their children and the children who wanted none of it. With great wit and insight, Thorn reconsiders the Green Belt post-war dream so many artists have mocked, and yet so many artists have come from.
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