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His obsession for me is deadly, and I’m falling prey to his pleasure. There’s never been any security in my life. After being dumped on indifferent relatives as a child, it hurt when I realized that no one was ever going to protect me.

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.

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.

After surviving the brutal war camp and unraveling the cruel truths at the heart of Demon society, Assyria emerges not just as Rokath’s mate—but as a spark lit beneath centuries of carefully shaped stories. Assyria, the Imposter. A symbol of change. A symbol of hope. Veiled priestesses now bear swords. Forgotten daughters now wield power. And the army that once scorned Assyria must learn to kneel for her.

I wake in a vineyard with no memory of how I got here. Black heart balloons drift between twisted grapevines, and somewhere in the darkness, he's watching. When his voice cuts through the cold February night, commanding me to run, I obey without question. But every predator should remember: sometimes the prey has claws of her own.

I wake up bound in a winter wonderland with no memory of how I got here. Thousands of Christmas lights illuminate the land around me—a sprawling tree farm transformed into a mystical land of candy. Through rows of evergreens wrapped in twinkling lights and past peppermint archways that morph this place into a dark fairy tale, I run as he closes in. He knows this place. Every path. Every hiding spot. He knows me—my body's treacherous responses, the dark desires I've fought to hide.

What does it matter if I'm a bit reserved? So what if I'm a touch socially awkward? If I don't break free from my shell now, I'll be sentenced to a dull, monotonous existence, where nothing exciting ever happens to me. Maybe it's not the smartest decision to move into a house with a group of strangers I found on the internet, but can you blame me for wanting a change? And there's no better way to branch out than to throw myself into a situation that causes me intense discomfort. That's what I'm telling myself anyway…

The job should be easy… but Amanda has so many outfits. It’s a sea of satin and silk and lace. And the women on Marketplace want photos… photos of the clothes on a girl. And unfortunately, Alex doesn’t have any female friends to help him out.

Sleep is a curse that refuses to release me from its tight grasp. Every night, I am held hostage by sleep paralysis, unable to escape the demon that haunts my dreams. I thought it was just a figment of my imagination, a shadowy figure under my bed. But as I confront it, I realize it is much more than that. It’s real—he is real.

A moonlit pumpkin patch deep in the forest, where jack-o'-lanterns glow, and fog clouds my vision. It's exactly the kind of place I've always dreamed of being hunted, chased by a masked man until I have nothing left to give. Tonight, my fantasy is my reality. As I run barefoot through the maze of orange lanterns, my heart pounding with terror, I realize my pursuer isn't just playing a game—he's staking a claim. Every step deeper into the patch brings me closer to surrender, further from any desire to escape.

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.

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.

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.

If you’ve got it, haunt it…

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?

Two enemies. One competition. And a dangerous magical world they must survive. At 21 years old, my focus should be on college, boys, and friends. Instead, I’m one of the chosen. One of two people capable of going to a magical world to bring back a resource my people need to survive. The only problem? The only other person who can go to this world is my greatest enemy: Callum. An arrogant, stubborn man who drives me wild. Even though we can never be together. But while that would be enough to make anyone crazy, there’s also a mystery I must solve. My mother is dead.

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.

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.

Grad student and fencing enthusiast Kim Murray, is in Europe trying to find her grandmother’s missing family when she sees her first ghost. Not that knows that it’s a ghost. There’s a lot she doesn’t know, because her grandmother never talked about her past.