Nineteen-year-old Aura Rosh is the only silver-haired girl in Farellah, the city of songstresses. Born into a family known for producing powerful women blessed with the power of song, Aura feels the weight of expectation as she prepares for her coming-of-age ritual that will finally unlock her magic and allow her control over the elements. But when, on the night of her rite, Aura is kidnapped by a pair of elves before she can complete her ritual, she finds out her stardust hair matches the description of a legendary songstress foretold to either save the world or end it.

Torn from her village, Aura soon finds herself wrapped up in elven lore and politics and at the center of a prophecy where one group believes her to be the Heart of Havoc, an evil songstress who will release a song to destroy the world, while another thinks her the Heart of Salvation, the world’s only hope against the coming destruction. When Aura discovers her older sister was kidnapped by a dark group known as Druelca for a similar reason, she decides to take fate into her own hands, agreeing to make a pilgrimage to save her sister while hoping to convince her captors-turned-guardians she is neither their villain nor their hero.

As Aura’s powers begin to manifest, she realizes there are those within her guard keeping secrets from her. An ancient truth has been kept hidden from her people, her memory may have been altered, and there is a spirit from beyond the grave that keeps trying to warn her. Unsure who to trust, Aura begins to feel a deep, mysterious connection to two of the men in her guard—one a suspiciously familiar elf who literally warms her veins with his touch, the other a handsome shadow-wielder who has an uncanny knack for reading her and seems to know much more than he’s letting on.

In this epic fantasy romance full of magic and mystery, one girl desperately seeking to be more than her appearance will learn to hone her Creator-given power, challenge her fate, and maybe, just maybe, learn the reason for her moon-kissed hair.

This is the tragic, beautiful tale of a girl without a soul. I am that girl and this is my story. Let’s start at the middle . . .

"I ran after him, my feet sinking into the sand with each stride. The distance between us was good. I could pursue him if he kept running. I could breathe if he kept running. If he kept running, he was safe from the monster within me."

Aura and Nyte are recovering from the aftermath of their encounter with The Mystress. With the whereabouts of the rest of the guard unknown, they begin to battle a new enemy – Aura’s aggressive addiction to Nyte’s power. With Druelca on the prowl, a giant cat-beast lurking in the crystal sands, and talk of moons and angels, their struggles are just beginning.

This is the tragic, beautiful tale of a girl without a soul. I am that girl and this is my story. Let’s start at the end . . .

Everything was black for a time.“Let go!” There was a distant cry. Was it for me? “Aura, LET GO!” Yes, it was for me. And no, I’d never let go again. He was mine. All of him was mine. We were meant to be this way. We were meant to be one.

Songstress Aura Rosh continues her quest into the mist to free the moon from a corrupt angel. As she battles Nyte's destiny, she must also fight the 'small something' that pulses along with her heart. Will she be able to release the Song of Salvation before time is up?

This is the beautiful, not-so-tragic tale of a girl with a stolen soul. I am that girl and this is my story. Let’s start at the beginning.

We are surrounded by deep, glowing purple. That's when it comes back to me. Everything. A songstress. An Elf. And a Daem, legendary man of shadow. A quest to save the world from a destructive song. An angelic truth learned too late. A choice made too early. A dragon. A goldness. A love. At once the fire dies. The crystal fades. Atto and I stand face-to-face in darkness. Silent darkness surrounds us a long, long while, until Atto finally musters the courage to speak: “What is my name?”

The journey continues in this Heart of Farellah spinoff! A not-so-small something, reborn lives, and the curse of the wind. What else lies in store for Atto and Aurelia?

Nineteen-year-old Aura Rosh is the only silver-haired girl in Farellah, the city of songstresses. Born into a family known for producing powerful women blessed with the power of song, Aura feels the weight of expectation as she prepares for her coming-of-age ritual that will finally unlock her magic and allow her control over the elements. But when, on the night of her rite, Aura is kidnapped by a pair of elves before she can complete her ritual, she finds out her stardust hair matches the description of a legendary songstress foretold to either save the world or end it.

Torn from her village, Aura soon finds herself wrapped up in elven lore and politics and at the center of a prophecy where one group believes her to be the Heart of Havoc, an evil songstress who will release a song to destroy the world, while another thinks her the Heart of Salvation, the world’s only hope against the coming destruction. When Aura discovers her older sister was kidnapped by a dark group known as Druelca for a similar reason, she decides to take fate into her own hands, agreeing to make a pilgrimage to save her sister while hoping to convince her captors-turned-guardians she is neither their villain nor their hero.

As Aura’s powers begin to manifest, she realizes there are those within her guard keeping secrets from her. An ancient truth has been kept hidden from her people, her memory may have been altered, and there is a spirit from beyond the grave that keeps trying to warn her. Unsure who to trust, Aura begins to feel a deep, mysterious connection to two of the men in her guard—one a suspiciously familiar elf who literally warms her veins with his touch, the other a handsome shadow-wielder who has an uncanny knack for reading her and seems to know much more than he’s letting on.

In this epic fantasy romance full of magic and mystery, one girl desperately seeking to be more than her appearance will learn to hone her Creator-given power, challenge her fate, and maybe, just maybe, learn the reason for her moon-kissed hair.

Full four-book series in one magical tome, includes: Heart of Farellah, Moon of Farellah, Fate of Farellah, & Atto’s Tale

“The scarlet tattoo marked him as one who had never been born. It marked him as a Second.”

In the age of inventors, Seconds are beings that were never meant to exist. Split personalities that possess thoughts, feelings, and bodies separate of the people who spawned them, Seconds are seen as a nuisance to the residents of the mechanized city of St. Laran.

Eighteen-year-old heiress Tide Yondo has never met a Second. Kept sheltered from the public at the top of the city’s highest apartment complex under the watchful eye of her father’s lawyer, she frequently sneaks out in hopes of moonlighting as a scrap climber, fulfilling ruin-exploration quests in the wasteland beyond the walls of the city.

When, on the day of her huntress licensing test, Tide meets her first Second, she quickly realizes he’s nothing like the ‘despair in a suit of flesh’ her friends warned her about. The Second, known as Rye, is fun, cute, and seems as solid as any other person she’s met, save for the red tattoo on his neck identifying him as one who shouldn’t exist.

But as Tide and Rye’s fast friendship over their love of scrap climbing begins to develop into forbidden feelings, both start to question their chance meeting. Tide has been blacking out and claims to have a serpentine demon after her, Rye feels like he may have met Tide before being split from his primary personality, and there seem to be outside forces trying to drive them apart.

Through steam-filled ruins and dangerous hunts, Tide and Rye slowly mend the pieces of their fractured pasts as they work together to discover the secrets of the soul.

“Sil says I have a problem with authority. I say Sil’s a twit.”

Sil Tenor is a hoarder. Sil Tenor doesn’t date. Sil Tenor is Prince Wayst’s only hope of returning home.

Exiled from the underworld and forced to pose as a high school transfer student, spoiled Prince Wayst has one month to prove himself as a suitable ruler, which questionably involves making a mortal girl fall in love with him. A task that would be much easier if he didn’t want to kill her so badly.

Shacking up at the disorganized hovel that is Sil Tenor’s house, Wayst feels every second of his encroaching deadline as he struggles to find a morsel of common ground with stubborn, sarcastic Sil Tenor who has no interest in him romantically and who is obviously holding secret motives of her own. And when it becomes apparent that someone from Sil’s hometown knows Wayst’s true identity and is attempting to siphon his power, bowing down and asking Sil Tenor for help is the last thing he wants, though it may be his only option.

Love and hate have never been more deliciously cynical, in this quick and quirky tale of lust, murder, and romance.

It wouldn’t be until much later that I’d even come to realize how generic it was to call something ‘Schoolhouse,’ ‘Clinic,’ or ‘Market.’ Within our fairytale, we were children playing house. There was a lack of authenticity to everything we were. But all that would change. It was already on its way.

Blue-eyed, wheat-haired Ashlin was born without a last name, born to replace a woman named Ashia in a society where every life and death is planned and countered. Raised to believe she was one of the last ninety people left in a dying world, Ashlin’s reality comes crashing down when she learns the forbidden truth—that the world beyond her small commune is alive and inhabited by the one true race of humanity—golden, dark-haired people who look nothing like her. In truth, Ashlin’s existence is ruled by a group known as Histo, and her hamlet is one of many created to preserve the races of old.

Knowing her life has been carefully constructed and monitored by those on the outside, Ashlin’s only solace comes in the form of a boy named Olté, the secret ninety-first member of her commune who lives in a cottage on the outskirts of the village, outcast due to a genetic mutation. In a society where anything less than perfection is quickly disposed of, Olté is the only person Ashlin trusts with her most important secret—something that would get her killed if the Governs of her commune ever found out.

But when Olté suddenly disappears leaving only an ominous note behind, Ashlin suffers what it means to be a girl stuck alone in a society where she cannot choose anything for herself, while the Governs prepare for her seventeenth birthday where she’ll be given a husband and a trade. With her engagement quickly approaching, Ashlin clings tightly to the note left behind by her secret person…

A— EVERYTHING IS FOR YOU. EVERYTHING I’VE DONE. EVERYTHING I’LL DO. THERE IS NO GREATER SIN. WAIT FOR ME. —O

Marley Craw is dead. Dead as a deadbolt DEAD. But death is only the beginning for our deceased heroine. When it comes to the afterlife, Marley’s fate is unclear. Having lived a good-but-not-GREAT, selfish-but-not-WICKED life, Marley’s landed herself on the UNDECLARED list. Now, this before-her-prime beauty will spend her nether-days under the watchful eye of two grim reapers.

And the reapers?

They’re hot as Hell.

Two sexy reapers, one unfortunate ghost, and enough heat to wake the dead. WHO will win Marley’s SOUL?

Awyer composes. He draws his hand along my spine. “If you do not exist, then I will not exist either. Make me as you are. Make me unseen. We can be together then.”

To the rest of the world, Grim is nothing more than a shadow. But to her ward, seventeen-year-old Awyer, Grim is a faerie-like being with the gift of foresight and hair that darkens as day wanes to night—the only one who knows the truth of the stolen magicks swimming through her ward’s veins.

When outside magicks attack the enchanted kingdom of Eldrade for the first time in a thousand years, it’s up to Grim to propel Awyer forward along his destiny—to deliver smuggled power to the Golden Lands where his sphinx ancestors reside—and to guide him through a world of witches, zombies, and necromancers, picking up those she sees in her visions of Awyer’s future along the way.

But everything Grim knows about being a faerie will be put to challenge when Awyer begins to show signs of affection for her—a thing unheard of between faerie and ward. In a poetic tale of warring magicks, fantastical lands, and desire battling duty, Grim has a long way to go before she’ll understand what it means to be human.

I settle my gaze upon my sleeping pactor. Bathed in gold from the sky, his body jostles upon his bed of clanking skeletons. Once, he spoke of the blueness of the heavens, thinking the color unnatural in comparison to the false lavender of Eldrade. What, I wonder, would he think of this new sky? A sky that gleams gold by day and pitchest black by night. A sky influenced by the same sleepness that now covers the non-mythic cities of the world.

When sleepness befalls the world of man, it is up to naefaerie Grim and her companions—an ex-zombie, a freed necromancer, and an addict-turned-witch—to restore the Eternity Vessel and wake the humans from their death-like slumber. But without her ward by her side, Grim must rely on a new confidant to convey her wishes to the rest of the group, which may prove challenging as Techton struggles to overcome the Void now coursing through his addictive veins. With Awyer lost to the reaches of sleep, Grim has no choice but to reckon with her blooming heart and gain new independence as she and the others race to defeat their enemies, forming new alliances and uncovering ancient secrets in the process. All will be revealed in this thrilling conclusion to the Eternity Duet where the mortal world rests, only the mythics walk, and all that does not glitter is Void.

Awyer composes. He draws his hand along my spine. “If you do not exist, then I will not exist either. Make me as you are. Make me unseen. We can be together then.”

To the rest of the world, Grim is nothing more than a shadow. But to her ward, seventeen-year-old Awyer, Grim is a faerie-like being with the gift of foresight and hair that darkens as day wanes to night—the only one who knows the truth of the stolen magicks swimming through her ward’s veins.

When outside magicks attack the enchanted kingdom of Eldrade for the first time in a thousand years, it’s up to Grim to propel Awyer forward along his destiny—to deliver smuggled power to the Golden Lands where his sphinx ancestors reside—and to guide him through a world of witches, zombies, and necromancers, picking up those she sees in her visions of Awyer’s future along the way.

But everything Grim knows about being a faerie will be put to challenge when Awyer begins to show signs of affection for her—a thing unheard of between faerie and ward. In a poetic tale of warring magicks, fantastical lands, and desire battling duty, Grim has a long way to go before she’ll understand what it means to be human.

Includes two parts: "EverDare" and "NeverSleep."

In Eastern City, metropolis of wind and rain, a deadly game is about to begin…

Beneath the boy’s thumb, my blood bubbled in reaction to the implant. Hot stinging moved through my flesh for a helping of seconds before subsiding. The boy felt it too, for when it was done, he removed his thumb and inspected my hand. Beneath my skin was a green glow, roughly the size of a coin. It was done. Their people were born with extreme lust for ours, and just as my grandfather had warned all those years ago, one of them had come for me. I, Zillow Stone, had been marked by an unholy one. While I digested the truth of it, the boy leaned over, placing his lips nearly to my ear, and whispered, “Run.”

At the end of time, the world is divided. In the west reside the Markers, in the east, the Marked. On a massive gameboard, scattered with discotheques and giant mechbeasts, Zillow Stone’s sole purpose is to serve as prey. But she is fastest, strongest, smartest… and she won’t go down without a fight. Who will win in a death game to survive? And when it’s every player for herself, who can Zillow trust? In the wasteland, where the Markers play with their prey like it’s food, not everything is as it seems.

He cups me close to his face, near his mouth, so that his lips are grazing the reaches of my light. “You’re warm, B.” He grins. “Like a small fluttering bird.” Then, his grin grows into something edging on salacious, and I have one hasty, breathless thought: …He’s going to kiss me? Nope. At the last moment, he opens his mouth and shoves me inside. If I’m not mistaken, I’ve just been swallowed.

Bexley Lightborne is not your average run-of-the-mill mortal. She’s a realm-hopping, light-wielding badass… with just a touch of amnesia. As shadows from the dark realm invade the world of light, Bexley enlists the help of a foul-mouthed, baby-faced newcomer holding magickal potential… who also happens to be the worst human boy Bexley has ever met. Tethered together, two unlikely heroes will discover the truth of their forgotten bloodline and fight to reclaim what’s been lost, whether they want to or not.

Four colors collide in a war of light. And all of this magick stuff? Pretty badass.

Ain't no shame in that Lightborne game.

I fumble with the latch and slip the pendant into place around my neck. I should know better than to don antiques of questionable origin. Apparently, this is a lesson none of the Bexleys have grasped. As the chain makes contact with my skin, something unseen moves through the space, through the clearing, through my body. First, it’s the hairs on my arms – standing as if someone’s just run a flush balloon over them. Next, comes the fuzz of my neck, plucking outward in a similar way, inviting a shiver to run down my back. My fingertips swell turquoise. My earlobe sizzles. Lastly, the gears contained at the bottom of the chain rotate against one another, lighting bright blue with magickal power I haven’t offered. And then it’s over, and the gears are dull with my glow. So I’ve just enchanted a mystical pendant for some unknown purpose. The purpose isn’t unknown for long.

Light and shadow collide in this heart-pounding conclusion to the Lightborne duology!

“I’ve wondered what you taste like for so damn long. You taste better than I ever could have imagined… my queen.” He shouldn’t be calling me that. Beau was his queen. And I had a problem. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.

Queen Merrin might be the least queenly queen in all the realms. After all, queens don't typically sneak out at night to drink with their guards. When her best friend and neighboring queen, Beau, goes missing, Merrin won't leave rescue to the knights. She sets out from the civilized world and into the wilds to retrieve her lost friend, but with ancient hexes, stolen power, and a mountain of giants' bones, Merrin stumbles into something much greater than a simple rescue mission. Get ready for a swoony whirlwind of dark magic and forbidden romance, as Merrin finds strength in the whispers of the forest and comfort in the arms of a guard with tantalizing abilities.

My fingers curled into his, and he pulled me down onto the hill beside him. Everything about him was designed to be tempting—the way he chewed his lip, the way his eyes read nefarious intent. “I won’t take you here,” he said, rolling over me and sliding his knee between my legs. “But I’ll come close.”

With Queen Beau rescued from the moon goddess, Merrin and her guard expect a quiet return home—until a magic-induced headache forces Windley to confront the dark, forgotten past he's tried so desperately to leave behind. A new threat emerges from the depths of Windley's restored memories in the form of an omnipotent being capable of stealing the Nemophile's power. What's more, Rafe's transgressions against the goddess Luna have left him susceptible to attack from all manner of creatures from the other side. He'll need to find a new goddess to pact with—and fast—if he hopes to make it back to the north unscathed. With new enemies coming at them from all sides, Merrin's greatest foe might be closer to home than she realizes, as she seeks out the truth of the Nemophile's Crown and the identity of Exitium, her most prominent echo. With double the action and swoon, get ready for a racy journey through the fantastical south where the line between villain and heroine isn't always so clear.

Under the orphic light of the ballroom, Windley's frosting had never looked better.As he walked by, he dallied at my back, drawing a hand along the small of it, leaning forward darkly to whisper: "Tonight, I feast."

With the echoes off searching for another royal to corrupt, Merrin and Windley turn their efforts elsewhere: after Ascian's stolen ring and in the direction of a certain honey-voiced doppelganger with deeper ties to Merrin than any of them know. As ancient truths are uncovered and fresh alliances formed, it's up to Merrin to master the sparkly new power budding in her chest before destruction can have its way, but that may be easier said than done with multiple magical targets on her back. Sweet reunions and steamy moments aren't all that await in the lair of a spider, where Merrin's faith will be tested and her heart pulled in more ways than one.

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. Taking you to somewhere no one could ever find you. Claiming you as my own…” He pressed his mouth to my ear: “No one ever has to know.”

It is with a grief-filled heart and a goddess-filled soul that Merrin sets out from the Cove in search of vengeance. With Ascian’s ring yet out in the wild and Gwen trapped in a hex, Merrin has a pair of Spirite enemies to defeat before she can make good on her promise to deliver the destroyer to the end of days. But delivering the destroyer may not mean what she thinks it does, and this story may come to end where it all began—in a cave of legend where the ancient ones rest and where a lion-like queen will face her greatest test yet. When everything she’s built comes under siege, will Merrin have the strength to carry on?

“I’ve wondered what you taste like for so damn long. You taste better than I ever could have imagined… my queen.” He shouldn’t be calling me that. Beau was his queen. And I had a problem. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.

Queen Merrin might be the least queenly queen in all the realms. After all, queens don't typically sneak out at night to drink with their guards. When her best friend and neighboring queen, Beau, goes missing, Merrin won't leave rescue to the knights. She sets out from the civilized world and into the wilds to retrieve her lost friend, but with ancient hexes, stolen power, and a mountain of giants' bones, Merrin stumbles into something much greater than a simple rescue mission. Get ready for a swoony whirlwind of dark magic and forbidden romance, as Merrin finds strength in the whispers of the forest and comfort in the arms of a guard with tantalizing abilities.

Includes: A Crown of Echoes, A Crown of Reveries, A Crown of Felling and A Crown of Dawn

★A jaded girl. A persistent genie. A contest of souls.★

Recent college graduate Dolly Jones has spent the last year stubbornly trying to atone for a mistake that cost her everything. She doesn’t go out, she doesn’t make new friends and she sure as hell doesn’t treat herself to things she hasn’t earned, but when her most recent thrift store purchase proves home to a hot, magical genie determined to draw out her darkest desires in exchange for a taste of her soul, Dolly’s restraint, and patience, will be put to the test.

Newbie genie Velis Reilhander will do anything to beat his older half-brothers in a soul-collecting contest that will determine the next heir to their family estate, even if it means coaxing desire out of the least palatable human he’s ever contracted. As a djinn from a ‘polluted’ bloodline, Velis knows what it’s like to work twice as hard as everyone else, and he won’t let anyone—not even Dolly f*cking Jones—stand in the way of his birthright. He just needs to figure out her heart’s greatest desire before his asshole brothers can get to her first.

COME TRUE: A BOMB-ASS GENIE ROMANCE is the romantic, fantastic second-coming-of-age story of two flawed twenty-somethings from different realms battling their inner demons, and each other, one wish at a time.

★Some villains have reasons for sticking to the shadows.★

Recent college graduate Dolly Jones has spent the last week shacked up with her genie boyfriend in a pompous fantasyland manor avoiding the three vengeful brothers determined to sully her relationship with the new Laird. The rest of the world may be against Velis Reilhander taking a human for a mate, but Dolly is committed to being the person on his side, at his side—her own anxieties be damned. But when a trip to the nymph realm doesn’t go as planned, Dolly’s newfound strength will be tested as she quickly learns there are more secrets surrounding the Reilhander legacy than even Velis knows.

Veteran genie Arrik Reilhander will do anything to make himself feel better, anything. Even if it means jumping into someone else’s story. Especially if it means jumping into someone else’s story. And as for Dolly f*cking Jones . . .

GRANTED: A BOMB-ASS GENIE SEQUEL is the romantic, fantastic second-coming-of-age story of three flawed twenty-somethings from different realms battling their inner demons, and each other, one wish at a time.

★A dream is a wish your heart . . . definitely doesn’t need.★

Recent college graduate Dolly Jones just wants to live a nice, quiet life with her ultra-hot, ultra-magical genie boyfriend. Is that too much to ask? Yes, because she’s still stuck tethered to the bad-boy brother, Velis is busy prepping for the coronation that will make him laird of the estate, and there are multiple evil sons of b*tches out there that want her dead. Not to mention she’s plagued with magical dreams now. Of a memory Arrik swears he didn’t take.

Velis and Arrik Reilhander were born to be rivals—one of them not full djinn, the other not a full person, both finding validation in a shared source of light. When Daddy Djinn’s return home to the manor sparks the escape of the oldest, nastiest triplet who wants Dolly’s head more than ever, Velis and Arrik will stop at nothing to make sure Dolly is safe. Forever. Even if for one of them, it means saying goodbye.

DREAMS REALLY DO: A BOMB-ASS GENIE WEDDING is the romantic, fantastic second-coming-of-age story of at least three flawed twenty-somethings from different realms battling their inner demons, and each other, one wish at a time.