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Most astrology tells you what your planets mean. This book takes you to them. You already have a Sun, a Moon, a Mars, a Venus. What you may not know is that each one is a place — an inner landscape you can walk onto, and a part of your life you can tend. Clear Your Stars is a guided journey through your own inner sky: eleven meditations that lead you onto each planetary plane to see what's there, clear what's been blocking you, and come home to yourself a little more whole.

I was raised to color inside the lines. To smile sweet, say “yes, ma’am,” and never ask questions I didn’t want answered. But then I met Noah Dane. And now, all I do is question everything. He’s not like the men I was taught to trust. He’s not gentle. He’s not safe. Noah is sharp edges and steady aim. A former special ops sniper with ice in his veins and ghosts behind his eyes. The kind of man who watches from the shadows —and never misses his mark. He shouldn't even know my name. But he does. And he says I’m his. I tried to run. Tried to pray him out of my system.

Sneaking around with my brother’s best friend is the least of my worries… Haunted by my last heartbreak, I have sworn off my brother’s friends. They are nothing but trouble. Especially Alec Wolfe: heir to a billion-dollar fortune, high school hockey star, and my brother's best friend. I despise everything about him… that is until he sneaks into my bedroom during my brother's party and tangles me into a dangerous web of secrets and lies. Alec takes everything from me that night, including my heart.

I came to Charleston for music, not men. This city is just another stop on my way to something bigger. A few months of playing, then I’m gone. No attachments. No complications. Then I see him. Atlas Dane. Silent. Watchful. Built like a warrior, dressed like a king. He doesn’t belong at an event like this, hulking in a tuxedo while I play for people who sip champagne and pretend they understand Bach. But he’s not pretending. He watches my hands like he already knows what they can do. He speaks in low, measured words that make my breath catch. And when I trip—because I always do—he’s there.

There’s chasing the truth. There’s hunting down a story. And then there’s walking straight into a war. Marcus Dane is not a man to be investigated. He’s the shadows in a city full of secrets. Silent. Unforgiving. The kind of danger that doesn’t make noise until it’s too late. I came to Charleston for answers. The explosion at Folly Beach Pier was no accident, and I’m going to prove it. My editor says to be smart, to keep my distance. But that’s hard to do when Marcus keeps showing up—shoving me against walls, growling threats in my ear, daring me to dig too deep. The real problem?

There’s safe. There’s dangerous. And then there’s Ryker Dane. Most men can walk the line between light and dark. They know when to stop, when to let go. Ryker? He was never one of them. I knew from the start that he was the kind of man you stay far away from. Silent. Ruthless. Cold as the steel he carried under his jacket. The problem? I didn’t want to stay away. For fans of dangerous love, anti-heroes who live by their own rules, and the women who bring them to their knees.