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Tao of Founders is a transformative guide for entrepreneurs navigating the emotional highs and lows of building a business. Offering timeless wisdom and real-life stories, this book offers a roadmap for finding clarity in chaos, cultivating resilience in the face of setbacks, and nurturing authentic purpose through adversity.

My name is Hector Briar, and I live for revenge. It's been eighteen years since Witch Hunters murdered my parents, and still, the night haunts me. A part of me died that night when six-year-old me was forced to listen to their brutal murder. Since then, I've gone from prey to predator. I spend my nights stalking Oxford's streets for those who'd see me slaughtered for being what I am. A witch. And more than that, the son of the last Grand High.

Now that her uncle is gone, and with him, the demon Abaddon too, Aster Fairwae, once the lost Seelie princess, has finally reclaimed her title and throne. Except that the demon prince left with a promise to return with backup—and took Raven, the brother of Aster's best friend. Aster's newly found mate, Nox, Night King of the Unseelie Court, searches for Raven while she tries to get a grip on her own small council and court. They are obstinate at best and only agree to work with her and Nox if he drops the Veil separating their courts.

Three steamy age gap mafia instalove romances full of spice and feels.

At the altar, I silently plead for someone to save me from a marriage I don’t want. And just my luck—nothing happens. Then, when the priest asks if anyone objects to this marriage, the church doors are thrown open, a tall, older man with ice-blue eyes and air of casual wealth and power, stalks in, and says, “I'm taking this.” He carries me out of the church over his shoulder. Kingpin Zane Bethnal might have saved me, but it turns out, I’m in his debt.

For three years, I’ve been daydreaming excuses to get my gorgeous, older, mysterious neighbor into my apartment. I was thinking of a burst pipe, small cooking fire, dress that I can't zip up, or a massive sign that said “I adore you, please take my V-card”. I didn’t think he’d invite himself in to save me. Mafia thugs came looking for my parents, and money. Hours later, I’m cowering in my wardrobe, still shaking, covered in bruises and dried unthinkable liquids, when soft footsteps echo through my apartment.