Series: The Kingdom of Crows #1
Release Date: September 29th, 2022
FREE THE CROWS, FALLON, AND THEY WILL MAKE YOU QUEEN.
Until an oracle predicted my regal future, I'd never imagined myself rising above the curve of my round ears. After all, I was the magicless halfling loved by beasts but loathed by every pure-blooded faerie at court. Well . . . by all but one.
Dante Regio, prince of Luce, had owned my heart since he gave me my first kiss. If gathering a slew of iron relics could help me overthrow the current monarch and crown his brother to rule at my side, then treasure hunting I'd go.
If only the oracle had warned me what winged demon I was releasing into the world.
And that I'd become this demon's obsession.
Fans of Sarah J. Maas and Mary E. Pearson will devour this epic fantasy romance full of deceit, betrayal, and false loves that could swallow a person whole.
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Tighter. I can see your breasts.
I smooth my palms over the rich fabric and peer up at the crow. “Why are you even looking at my breasts?”
Morrgot flocks down from his perch and vanishes behind my shoulder. Seconds later, a chilly gust presses against my spine. The sensation is vaguely familiar. Is it the feel of his feathers or of his smoke?
I twist my head. Black wisps paint the velvet bodice and curl around the thick black lace.
A firm tug squeezes the air from my lungs and flattens my chest, jabbing my bruised nipples. Another tug costs me another breath. The crow works quietly, diligently, using a dexterity I would never have suspected him to possess, neither in bird form nor in cloud form.
Done. The cool smoke of his body slips over my shoulder blades, and I swear it feels like fingers dragging over my skin, gentle yet strong, delicate yet solid.
I shiver before growing very, very still, because the hands that kneaded my body in my dreams felt alarmingly similar. A blush devours my flesh, followed by heady confusion.
Did he give me that massage? The question tiptoes onto my tongue but never plunges off its tip. It’s too absurd and completely preposterous.
I may have tightened your top, but not to the point of ridding you of breath. His smoke curls around my earlobe, drawing another shiver from my body.
“Wh-what?”
You’ve stopped breathing.
I’ve felt embarrassment before but never like this. I whirl away from the velvet chill of Morrgot’s body, confusion crashing through my veins. He’s back in feathers. I whisk my gaze away from his before he can glean my insane train of thoughts.
Something on your mind, Behach Éan?
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Series: The Kingdom of Crows #2
Release Date: Jan 29, 2023
I MEANT TO CAPTURE THE PRINCE’S HEART . . . AND ENDED UP WITH A KING’S.
My desire to sit upon the Lucin throne led me to revive an ancient, winged monarch; one I deemed a friend until that friend duped and imprisoned me.
Lorcan claims he’s holding me captive for my own safety, but then he also claims I belong to him. Slumbering for five centuries has evidently given the Crow King severe delusions.
We may share an unfortunate mind-link, but we are still masters of our own destiny, and I intend to steer mine away from the Sky Kingdom and its prophecies . . . away from him.
I quickly find out there is no escaping the possessive male. In all honesty, I’m no longer certain I want to.
Get swept away in the second installment of a slow-burn shifter fantasy series full of heartbreaking deceit, wicked supernaturals, and alpha males.
*contains mature content. Recommended for 18
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“Why so adamant to get away?”
A growl vibrates up my throat, and I slam my gaze back on his. “Because I’m all bathed out.”
“You’re all bathed out, or you’re frightened to soak with me?”
“Frightened?” I roll my eyes to emphasize how not frightened I am. “Are you planning on shredding my skin with your iron talons?”
“This may come as a surprise”—he tugs on the ties of his leather breaches—“but I’m no fan of bloodbaths.”
I attempt to map out an exit that doesn’t involve circling him, but the only other way past Lorcan is scuttling up one of the boulders and doing so slick and naked is truly not ideal. I decide to wait for him to step into the pool, then I’ll swim past him and climb out.
The lazy smile that draws up one corner of his mouth makes my spine prickle. I cross my arms and scowl as he pulls off his boots excruciatingly slowly.
“Should’ve bathed in bird form. Would’ve been quicker.”
“I believe that pleasurable things should never be rushed.”
“You find undressing pleasurable?”
He just keeps smiling as he hooks the waistband of his pants.
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Series: The Kingdom of Crows #3
Release Date: June 29th, 2023
I WILL BECOME QUEEN OF LUCE… OR DIE TRYING.
There are few people I loathe more than Dante Regio, but my aunt Bronwen, my former grandfather Justus, and my Shabbin grandmother Meriam sit right alongside the Faerie monarch on my list of despicable beings. Especially after they assist the pointy-eared ruler with my kidnapping.
Locked in an obsidian underworld no Crow can reach, not even their king, I soon learn things aren’t as they seem. People aren’t as they seem. And history… I’m still attempting to reconcile the truth with what I was previously told.
My new allies have an agenda, but I have one of my own. Though there’s overlap—we all agree Dante must die—what I desire more than anything is to return to Lore before he levels the kingdom to find me… or loses his humanity trying.
I may favor crowns over coffins, but I refuse to live in a world where my mate only exists as a bird.
Strap in for one last romantic and pulse-pounding adventure in a world governed by magic and hearts.
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As his liquid shadows stroke the edge of my jaw, the curve of my cheek, the point of my chin, the tips of my lashes, I ask, Did you miss me?
With a gentle grunt, Lore murmurs, Did I miss you?
What? No smart quip?
No, Behach Éan. His shadows pound with a strong, thunderous pulse that agitates my skin. My mind and heart are too full of nightmares for humor.
Attempting to ease the tempest tossing the gold in his eyes, I point to my neck. I can breathe underwater thanks to gills I painted in blood on my skin.
His shadows slick over my throat, raising goosebumps on the skin that absorbed my blood. I wish I could’ve been the one to make your dream of possessing magic come true.
I thread my fingers through the smoky wisps of hair, wishing they were solid. I have many other dreams, Lore. Most of which no one else but you can grant.
Good. His spectral touch dances across my collar bone, before curving around my neck, and somehow clasping it. And then he presses his forehead against mine, and although he is but smoke, I can somehow feel the strength of the bones and the silk of his skin.
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