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When Izidora awakens to find six months have passed, her sole focus turns to revenge against Kazimir. Driven by a burning desire for retribution, she plunges into the depths of her magic, discovering that where light once existed, darkness now reigns. This new, intoxicating power draws her in as she and Ruslan immerse themselves in her training. With Ruslan’s encouragement to embrace her darkness, Izidora sheds the remnants of her identity as a victim who was chained in a cave and steps into being the insidious bloom ready to dig her sharp thorns into the Night Fae.

* ** ** THIS SYNOPSIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR CHAINED AND LIGHT. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ CHAINED OR LIGHT, START WITH CHAINED. ** ** ** *After a lifetime in chains, Izidora longs to have the freedom to choose her own fate. But as a long-forgotten prophecy resurfaces, she begins to doubt whether she ever wanted a choice at all. The prophecy offers her a stark directive: follow the light or descend into dark. Yet both males appear as shades of gray. Ruslan is protective, complex, and would kill anyone who dared hurt her. Kazimir is obsessive, relentless and would burn the world down to get to her.

For the first time, Frankie has found her carefully crafted life veering way off course. Career-driven, ambitious, motivated—these were the pillars she had built her entire identity around. Now, fresh off a layoff, she’s struggling to figure out what’s next for her. Then, on a chance encounter one evening, she meets Oliver. He’s charming and attractive, but as soon as he opens his mouth, Frankie realizes the two could not be more different. He’s an impulsive daredevil, a true free spirit—not her type in the slightest.

In the midst of war, love might be the deadliest weapon of all. For ten long years, Angels and Demons have waged a brutal war, with one man standing between the Demons and total annihilation: Rokath, the cruel and merciless general feared for his power to raise the dead. A prophecy whispers of a woman with eyes of devious burgundy who will shift the balance of power, but Rokath has plans of his own. After a deadly plague wipes out millions of Demons across the realm, Rokath issues an unforgiving command—every family must send one male to the front or face being put to the sword.

Years in chains have taught Princess Izidora one harsh truth: trust no one. When she is finally freed on her twenty-first birthday, Izidora finds herself in an unfamiliar world brimming with danger and intrigue. Surrounded by the warriors who rescued her, the lost princess remains guarded as they journey toward Vaenor, the heart of the vicious Night Realm. Yet, her resolve is tested by High Lord Kazimir Vaszoly, the formidable leader of the Nighthounds. He seems to orbit her like she's his sun, ever-present and unyielding, especially when her traumatic past threatens to consume her.

She was just a kid when she found me lying injured beside the road and saved my life. I promised her I'd return if she ever needed me. Twelve years later, I answer the phone and hear her voice: a biker gang's about to sell her to the highest bidder. Like hell they are! I tear the place apart and we roar off on my Harley...but the kid I remember has grown up into a woman I can't resist, with long red hair and curves that don't quit. And now she thinks I'm a goddamn hero.

Why does this keep happening to me? Kidnapped again by the Iron Fae, I must survive long enough to get back to my friends in the Night Realm. But when undeniable truth starts spilling from Ruslan’s lips, I’m left questioning everything. The web of lies and deceit thickens, and I’m at the center of a prophecy that started it all.

Mischief night meets magic… I never realized just how trapped I felt under the water until my sister married the wolf pack alpha last year. Suddenly, a life on land was actually possible. I love the ocean and my family, and I’m super protective of them… I just feel like I’m living life for the first time. There's so much more to the world than my father’s palace beneath the coral and I intend to see it all. But I refuse to do this Reese’s way. I don’t need the marriage loophole to control my shifting. I’m a siren and proud of it. So I’ll make my adventures include shifting. How?

It was Halloween, my favorite time of the year. I had my dream job as a tattoo artist, a loyal best friend, and an ex who happily tended to my needs without complicating our arrangement with feelings. Everything was going great until Devil’s Night when the masked man watched me from the shadows like a predator stalking his next meal, and that’s what I was: his prey. Like any natural-born predator, he was bloodthirsty, staking his claim to me before I could see the face behind his mask. He wasn’t afraid to kill for a bite of what he craved.

I do what I have to so I can to survive. There's no instruction manual that comes with being a foster kid, only a will to live and succeed. And after all I've done to survive, it's all gone in the blink of an eye when I get framed and sentenced to five years in prison. My only ticket out is through the pen pal program. At first, the girl writing me is only a means to an end...my freedom. Except somewhere along the line, she becomes my sweet little bird. Without her, I’ll be condemned to more time in prison. With her, I get the chance to fly.

Ah, Halloween…what a delightfully wicked time of year. But for some people, like Blair Van Tassel, it comes with a haunting reminder of the past she is trying to put behind her. And this Halloween, it marks the 15th anniversary of when she set up her Instant Messenger friend: Boogeyman_Of_Haddonfield_31to take the fall for a crime she committed. She thought her plan was fool proof. Lure him to the scene of the crime just in time for him to leave fingerprints on the weapon, leading the murderous trail that she started to him.

If you’ve got it, haunt it…

The perfect job is only two weeks away. Two. Short. Weeks. All I have to do is survive the trial period for this new position and the future I’ve always wanted will be my reality. Once it’s mine, I’ll travel the world helping my fellow supernaturals blend into the human world and craft the lives they dreamed of. And in turn…maybe I’ll find myself. Life as a fae failure wasn’t how I pictured my immortality, with wings that don’t work I barely keep up with my own kind. I just never felt like myself around anyone my own age.

Mark is the dominant alpha with a badge and a past he can't escape. The one who left me tangled in memories after a steamy night. Now, this muscular silver fox sets my heart racing.

Eggplant Canyon... Where 3 is never a crowd! All 6 stories from the Eggplant Canyon series are available in this bundle.

Emerson and John meet on the boardwalk as the moonlight dances off the Chesapeake Bay. She thinks he’s gorgeous and comes down with a case of instalove. He thinks she’s a panhandler and gives her five dollars. The embarrassment is enough to send tattoo-sleeved and turpentine-stained antiques restorer Em running for a life makeover. The only problem is she’s spent the last decade looking after everyone else in her little town and now she’s totally forgotten how to self-care. Adding to that garbage heap of a situation is tonight’s blind date.

I have more questions than answers. In one world, I’ve been told to trust no one but Callum. The leaders I’ve always believed in are supposed to be my enemies, and the people I’ve served all my life seem to only see me as a tool to get what they want. But what do I believe?

Tommy Jack is a mute, homeless man living in a cave at the far end of Duncan’s Farm in Andover, Massachusetts. When he’s not roaming Andover, he tends Duncan’s honey bees in a meadow not far from Tommy’s camp. When the body of Ally Jones, the high school cheer captain missing for months turns up in a shallow grave on Duncan’s Farm, the town suspects that Tommy must have killed the girl.

All it took was one sizzling encounter with my brother’s best friend to get me pregnant. A one-night stand that scorches the sheets—moments I can't erase.

Princess…it’s a nickname I could do without. It’s a reminder that I’m always in the public eye. I’m defined by my father. I’m expected to fulfill a role I didn’t ask for. And while I’m loved by all, I’m truly loved by none. Then a stranger whispers “princess” into my ear, and everything changes. Princess sounds and feels different coming from his lips.