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The polished metal stakes strapped to my thighs have pierced the hearts of so many vampires I’ve lost count. And after five years, I still haven’t found him - the vamp with one blue eye and one brown. The one who slaughtered my mother and left me, a child, to sit screaming in a pool of her still-warm blood. With any luck, he’ll come to me. You see, I’ve made something of a name for myself with my trade. It seems more and more of the bloodsucking bastards seek to find me every day. Each of them wanting to be the one to say they plucked the Black Rose.

At Angelview Academy, Saint Angelle is god. Trust me, I should know. I’m the girl who's watched him manipulate and ruin and break - the "nobody" he’s done all those things and so much more to. Saint swears he had his reasons. He vows that he’s not the enemy. He even promises to tear down kingdoms to keep me safe. To possess me. To keep me. I think he’s wrong.

When I contrive to be captured by the raiders who terrorize the galaxy, my plan is to seduce Raas Bron before I assassinate him. That’s before I lay eyes on the huge, menacing Vandar with his long, dark hair and even longer tail. Despite his size and fierce reputation, the dominant warlord is no brainless beast.

His chiseled jaw and silver gaze haunts both my nightmares and my dreams, though I’ve only ever gotten a glimpse of either. There’s a treaty between us and them; mere mortals and the ones who terrify but keep us safe. The contract demands that every year there’s an offering, and this year I’ll walk across that stage presenting myself.

Madison Wilson, a marine biologist, has recently graduated and is ready to start her adult life with her first job as a research technician in Santa Cruz. After moving to Capitola, a sweet and colorful beach town in Northern California, she is immediately enchanted by her new house, as well as her beautiful landlady, Ally. Ally Santos, a widow and single mother, is relieved to be rid of the fuss of holiday tenants, as she’s busy enough with her highly gifted son Theo and her bar, Western Shores.

He’s beautifully vicious, lethal, the villain, and I’m nothing but the plaything that gives him his high. He says I must pay for my sins. I do that or he’ll end me. He’s got it in his sick mind I’ve done something to him. That I’ve taken something from him, but I’m no thief.

I’ve never forgiven myself for letting that brute drag her off my ship, and I’ve done nothing but search for his horde of warships since he let my ship go free. Everyone knows the Vandar raiders are cruel and merciless, so when my ship is attacked by another of the alien race’s warlords, I expect to be blown out of the sky. Instead, he takes me as his captive. I may be the warlord’s prize, but no way will I submit to his demands. Even if his hard body and fiery eyes ignite a desire in me like nothing have before.

There was never a question of whether or not I would be his. It’s simply what fate demanded. There’s a knowing when the werewolves find their mates. It’s an aching need, a desperation…one they would die for. But for their mates, it’s a trance, a pull, a submissive desire that’s at odds with the shadows of my past and how I’ve learned to survive.

Corvak is nothing like the men on my planet. He's violent and brooding and wants nothing to do with a human female like me. But he's the only one who knows how to fight. And I refuse to be helpless when the empire comes after our planet - and it's only a matter of time until they do. I've heard the rumors about the Vandar. They travel in invisible hordes of terrifying warbirds and their menacing raiders terrorize the empire and any ship that gets in their way. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to become a warrior, even if that means convincing Corvak that I'm worthy of his attention.

When famous human musician Melody wakes two thousand years after a nuclear winter, she thinks she’s landed on the right side of a war. Fae are called the Tainted. They’re warped, mutated creatures who hoard the bounty of the new magical land. It’s her job in the human city to sling propaganda in the form of daily songs performed to a select tower of elite.

We come from high society, but the grooming process starts in high school. And we always recruit in the dark. As a result, our messes are rarely clean and never brought to light. Money's not an issue, and usually, neither are our members. Until one decides to betray us. Let this be a lesson to our initiates: Never choose love over loyalty.

It’s a new semester at Regalia University, and by the end of it, five men will die. My sister was good, kind, loving, and the Royals of Regalia bullied her till she killed herself. I set foot on campus ready to right some wrongs when the most handsome bunch of stone-cold weirdos asked if I needed a little help…Don’t get me started on Lucien. He fancies himself a vampire—complete with sharpened canines, cape, and a coffin, but if anyone knows how to make a man bleed, it’s him.

"They branded me as a thief - but with everything at stake, they'll soon find out I'm a fighter." Sterling Falls is a dark, gothic reverse harem romance series with enemies to lovers, romantic suspense, and new adult themes. Fighter is book two in the Sterling Falls Series and a continuation of Thief - it is not a stand-alone.

A single glance. A fleeting moment. A solitary touch could make everything worth it. This was my breaking point. This was where I lost myself completely. I did the only thing that made sense. The only thing I had left to give. I begged her.... To take me with her.

Once upon a time...there was a girl with long, golden hair who had the truest, bluest eyes that turned white when she cried. She lived in a kingdom far, far away in a tower made of stone, but her mind was made of glass that she kept sharp as knives. Where her memories hid behind her darkest doubts. Her deepest thoughts. Her diary became the only thing she could rely on. No one saw through her looking glass. No one cared. No one tried. Until the villain presented himself as the hero in her life. He took and took and took some more.

Becoming a vampire is not the debutante party I'd hoped for. I'm being hunted by my enemies and cast aside by my friends. The night court runs on betrayals and secrets. As its newest, sparkling addition, I can't trust anyone. Especially not them.

For the past century, I have served, defending my crops in solitude, baring my scythe as an omen. But when the crops aren't seeded, I find myself standing over a field of dirt and weeds. It is her fault. The female who has inherited the farm. She might be the new queen of these lands, but in her wake, she brings only ruin. So, I will scare her away. I will claim these fields, and she will learn to fear me! Until one evening, she is attacked by the crows. She cowers behind me for protection, begging them to spare her life.

Mercenary Mason Lang never intended to go into this line of work, but with pay this good, he can’t turn it down. The only challenge is getting out with all of his limbs still intact, which is a lot harder than he realized. And when he does, Mason is going to have it all - including the shy and sweet girl next door. Laila James knew her crush on the gorgeous next-door neighbor was hopeless. And following a humiliating incident, she’d rather just forget him completely.

I’ve seen the way he looks at me. The Captain. The unquestioned leader of this ship. A ship I wish to be free of. A man I want to be as far away from as my legs might carry me. The society he’s designed, the rules, the endless battle of wills. Yes, I’ve seen the way he looks at me. I’ve felt his fingertips brush my skin. Heard his laugh. Experienced his smile. One that’s only for me, and only in secret. And I know what he wants.

In a world where I had no say, violence became my refuge. Nothing else mattered, not even my own life, until her: Skyler Bell. It all started the first time I heard that voice, giving me hope for tomorrow. My first love was everything all at once - consuming, maddening, forever, mine. Except I never imagined there were secrets that needed to be shared, lies that needed to be confessed, truths that needed to be told, demons that needed to be buried. Once I realized that the depth, the longing, and the sadness and sorrow in her eyes mirrored my own, it was too late.