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A Fairy Princess with no power is married off to the enemy who she believes killed her brother. But when her new husband offers to help her unlock her magic, she must make a choice between love and revenge… Who ever heard of a fairy princess with no magic? Well, that happens to be my fate. I am Alira Shiningstar of the Royal house of the Seelie Court. I am descended from a long line of powerful Fae, and yet I have no power of my own. I might be forgiven for having no magic, but I have no beauty, either. I am curvy where I should be thin and my hair is dark instead of blonde. I do not look like the other Fae maidens…so why is it that Liath Blackthorn, the Prince of our sworn enemy, the Unseelie Court, wishes to marry me? Liath doesn’t look like a proper Fae either—he is tall and beastly with curving horns and blazing bronze eyes. He tells me that I do have magic—that it is buried inside me. And only he can bring it out. But the things he wants to do to unlock my hidden power leave me hot and trembling. Surely it isn’t right to do such things, even with one’s husband…is it? I don’t know if it is or not—I only know that the touch of my new husband’s hands on my body makes me quiver with need. And inside me I feel a force growing…a shadow that is bigger than both of us. What happens next? You’ll have to read this Enemies to Lovers, He Falls First, Praise K*nk, Who Did This To You, Sex Magic, Dark Fantasy Romance to find out! Author's Spice note--this one gets spicy. Don't say I didn't warn you. : )

It's said that only in our darkest hour do we find light. That may be true for the lucky ones. When your light has been extinguished and pitch-black bleakness has taken hold, you could be excused for doubting that it will ever be reignited. In the past when people mentioned Joel O'Brien, they talked about "the quiet one". The boy who was the family's voice of reason and their go-to guy for wisdom well beyond his years. Nowadays, they whisper about the "crippled one". The man who radiates darkness, who wallows in his self-pity, and refuses to find a way to deal with the injuries he sustained at the beginning of the war that's threatening to engulf the Black Shamrocks MC. Sascha Koswalski is the light of her family's life. With a smile that could brighten the day of the most hard-hearted, the single mother's innate exuberance lessens the pain of her physiotherapy clients. She's yet to find a patient who doesn't respond to her sunny nature and skilled hands. Until Joel. The stubborn, angry man might be the one patient she fails. Unable to crack his protective shell, Sascha is on the verge of giving up when Joel shows her another side of himself. Buoyed by the knowledge that there is a man filled with hope hiding beneath his cold veneer, can she rehabilitate more than his broken body? Will she be the light that reignites his belief in himself and sets them both on the path to FINDING NIRVANA? DISCLAIMER: This book contains depictions of graphic situations and is not suitable for all readers.

**A Standalone Romantic Comedy ** Everything in life was going perfectly, but then my luck expired. It all started when I got a new job, which came with a new guy. That’s when I managed to cause an unforeseeable disaster, which took down an entire company in less than a week. The new job, the new guy and a big mouth led to another giant mistake. Then, one more for good measure. Flash forward a couple of weeks, and ... I’ve got milk ... because I’m dating the milkman, and yes, milk did his body good. Not only do milkmen still exist, but I’ve come to learn that some women hire a milkman to deliver more than just milk. I’m not the sharing type, but I also don’t like to cry over spilled—you get my point. So, I can either have a cow or search for greener pastures. Depending on my decision, though, I need to ask myself if I’m prepared to tell my future children that their father is, in fact, the milkman.

I’m not the kind of man an innocent girl should fall for. But Marley River says she knows what she wants. And she wants me. She says she can handle a mountain man, after all, this freckled face slice of sunshine grew up in Alaska. But I’m more than a feral mountain man. I’m an ex-drug lord, reformed con-man, an exonerated criminal. Her brothers are the River Boys and they want me off Whiskey Mountain. I want to turn a new leaf, but not if it means giving up what I want. I love Marley more than life itself. But is that enough when the world is dead set against it? It’s high time we find out. Because I’m not going down without a fight. I’ll be here, on Whiskey Mountain, defending what — and who— is mine. With guns blazing.

Howard Andrew Jones' powerful world-building brings this epic fantasy to life in For The Killing of Kings , the first book of his new adventure-filled trilogy. Their peace was a fragile thing, but it had endured for seven years, mostly because the people of Darassus and the king of the Naor hordes believed his doom was foretold upon the edge of the great sword hung in the hall of champions. Unruly Naor clans might raid across the border, but the king himself would never lead his people to war so long as the blade remained in the hands of his enemies. But when squire Elenai’s aging mentor uncovers evidence that the sword in their hall is a forgery she’s forced to flee Darassus for her life, her only ally the reckless, disillusioned Kyrkenall the archer. Framed for murder and treason, pursued by the greatest heroes of the realm, they race to recover the real sword, only to stumble into a conspiracy that leads all the way back to the Darassan queen and her secretive advisors. They must find a way to clear their names and set things right, all while dodging friends determined to kill them – and the Naor hordes, invading at last with a new and deadly weapon.

In 1994, Lizbeth Meredith said good-bye to her four- and six year-old daughters for a visit with their non-custodial father only to learn days later that they had been kidnapped and taken to their father's home country of Greece. Twenty-nine and just on the verge of making her dreams of financial independence for her and her daughters come true, Lizbeth now faced a $100,000 problem on a $10 an hour budget. For the next two years fueled by memories of her own childhood kidnapping Lizbeth traded in her small life for a life more public, traveling to the White House and Greece, and becoming a local media sensation in order to garner interest in her efforts. The generous community of Anchorage becomes Lizbeth's makeshift family one that is replicated by a growing number of Greeks and expats overseas who help Lizbeth navigate the turbulent path leading back to her daughters.

One minute I’m in an underground cave on a Special Ops mission, and the next thing I know, I’ve travelled through time. My life became prehistoric pretty damn fast. I may have fought the bad guys in the military, but now I had new enemies. Woolly mammoths and saber tooth tigers – and no other humans in sight. Five years later, I’m still stuck here. Lonely as hell with a bright yellow bird I’ve named Polly to keep me company. What I really want is a woman. When a flash of lightening brings rain, I’m worried about my fire going out. Turns out that’s the least of my concerns. Because there’s a new storm in this Paleolithic place. Her name is Skylar. A gorgeous force to be reckoned with and she’s plenty pissed to be stranded here with me. Dear Reader, It’s been a long ass year and we all deserve a vacation. Forget tropical beaches – we’re headed to the place where the first mountain man lives. He’s feral, grumpy and hot as hell. And his hands can do more than build a fire – they’ll give you the heat you crave. I know this one is a little far-fetched, but darling, you deserve something extraordinary. Xo, frankie

The moment I saw her, I knew. She'd be mine someday. Of course the feeling wasn't mutual. She was all sunshine and optimism ... I was burly, broken, and hell-bent on keeping my word. Don't touch the girls. No matter how tempting. And damn, how Julia tempted me. It's been a year since I saw her, and things are different now, the trouble we faced in L.A. is behind us. Isn't it? When I hear that she's up in Alaska, same as me, I know this is my chance. I've done lots of terrible things in my life -- but I have only one regret. I never told her how I truly feel. I love her. And it's high time she knew. Even if I have to kidnap her in order to make that happen. I may represent everything she's running from, but I can be more than a ghost from the past. I can be her future.

What will happen when two Alpha Bloods collide?Will sparks fly or will the battle for supremacy begin? ¤¤¤¤¤"Leave." A groan left my throat before I shut my eyes, trying to erase the image of her nakedness, but my action was futile — no matter how I tried to block it off, her alluring body kept seeping into my head."Are you losing it? Should I start commanding you to undress for me, Alpha?" Her voice came out so seductive that my throat suddenly felt too dry.I wanted nothing but to give in. But this was all wrong. I shouldn't cross the line between us."I believe you have forgotten that I am the Alpha of this pack." I opened my eyes, hands coiling into fists."And I think you forgot that I am an Alpha as well. You can't tell me what to do, Jace."I let a smug smirk form on my lips before I locked eyes with the beautiful lioness in front of me. "How sure are you that I can't tell you what to do?" I licked my lips as I began to unbuckle my belt. "On your knees, Amara..."¤¤¤¤¤Alpha Jace Galhart had always known what he wanted from the start: to be the perfect Alpha for his pack while waiting for his fated mate. He thought he was doing well until Amara came and showed him that perhaps breaking the rules he set for himself wasn't that bad at all.

I've been on Whiskey Mountain for years, refusing to live off my family's fortune. I can take care of myself like a real ass man by flying sea planes, delivering illegal cargo, and keeping my profile low. Then Jemma knocks on my door. And my world changes. Everyone thinks she's dead. But by the way she moves ... Hell, she is very much alive. And she needs a man who can protect her, a man she can trust. She thinks I'm a good guy. I better become one before it's too late. Dear Reader, We're back on Whiskey Mountain ... and trouble is afoot. But before the sh*t hits the fan, Jameson's determined to give Jemma the night of her life! He's next level mountain man and he's swinging more than an axe, just sayin! He's carrying solid wood, baby! It's filthy, it's sweet, it's everything you need. Xo, Frankie