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Some stories are found on the page. The ones that change your life are written in the margins. Brandon has built a quiet life among the shelves of Oak & Ink, the little bookstore he calls home. Protected by a carefully guarded secret, he's convinced some chapters are better left unopened. Then Isla walks through his door carrying a box of books she never imagined she'd have to part with. After trading the warmth of her family's farm for the uncertainty of the city, she's still trying to find her footing and a place that finally feels like home.

Walking away from Elizabeth was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. But I secured a multi-million dollar contract. I paid my fake fiancée and the deal is done, so her work is finished. Except I can't get her off my mind. My office is the only place of escape after her departure, but a tech conference in California forces me out. Forces me to have to interact with other people. When a lovely woman with platinum blonde hair, a sweet southern accent, and everything else about her reminds me of Elizabeth, I can't walk away. I like her. I miss Elizabeth. Maybe a little too much.

Harper is a witch. The protégé in the Night Garden coven to her mother’s position, she wanted to forge her own path, taking jobs from the more questionable types to frame the even less favorable type. Benjamin is a merman. Opening his shop, Seven Seas Aquariums & Sealife, he lived a relatively quiet life. Growing coral, herbs and plant life and teaching people about the creatures in the sea brought him peace.

I’d been stalking her for years. My little witch was always just out of reach. But tonight, I’d gotten her scent. She could run as fast and as far as she liked. It made no difference. I would find her. And when I did, I’d drag my little witch to The Underworld to be my bride. My queen. My goddess forever. I was powerless against his shadows, unable to do anything as the demon split the earth and The Realm of the Living fell away. He expected me to be terrified, but my life had already ended before he captured me.

Morpheus couldn’t be trusted. He was the son of Hypnos, the god responsible for aiding Demeter, killing witches, and stealing my little sister. Morpheus had the rest of them fooled with his smug grin, sharp cheekbones, and golden eyes glinting with sex and privilege, but I saw through his cocky smirk. Hades thought Morpheus would keep me in line, prevent me from making thing worse for The Underworld in this war, but neither of them realized just how far I was wiling to go to save my sister.

I had big summer plans… none of which included Hawaii. I was going to garden. I was going to paint my fence. I was going to purchase a hamster. Hawaii was never the plan. When my weasel ex tried to steal our vacation tickets for himself and his new girlfriend, it just happened. So, I’m in Hawaii. On vacation. Sure, I’ve got expectations… I expect reading on the beach. I expect mocktails by the pool. I expect a week of twiddling my thumbs and organizing my photos app. I did not expect Kal.