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Verwaist. Ausgebildet zum Kämpfen. Erzogen, die Macht von Underhill zu fürchten. Heimlich verliebt in einen Mann, der sie nicht will. Alli ist halb Fee, halb Mensch. Sie hat lange, harte Jahre der Ausbildung hinter sich. Nun sieht es in ihrem Leben zum ersten Mal besser aus. Doch als Underhill – die angestammte Heimat der Fae – zerbricht und es unmöglich wird, sie zu betreten, ist sie die Einzige, die weiß, wer es getan hat. Es ist Geheimnis, das ihr sicherer Tod sein wird, wenn sie nicht sofort etwas unternimmt.

After discovering the rightful heir to the Phaetyn, an alliance with the healers should be easy as pancakes. But while the armies of Verald and Gemond march to the border for war, the emperor delivers a crushing blow that threatens to put everything at risk. As I fight my father’s staggering power, I’m compelled to face evil on his terms. A twisted darkness worse than anything I’ve experienced. Nothing could’ve prepared me for this. How far would you go to defeat a merciless sovereign?

Last week, I inherited every cent of the multi-billion-dollar Le Spyre estate. But tequila is far easier to swallow than the coincidence of my beloved grandmother’s death. I’m over this supernatural game, yet walking away from Kyros isn't simple with the damn mate thing on the cards. The Indebted need my help. My grandmother deserves justice. And, uhm, the third blood exchange did something to me. It's official. I’m done playing by paranormal rules. I’m making my own - and playing to win. Because if I enter Ingenium on my terms, there's no turning back.

My mother isn’t my mother. A werewolf wants me for his one-and-only baby mama. Oh! And I’m the new leader of a tribe I joined weeks ago. Messed up doesn’t begin to explain it. I’m more desperate than ever to uncover an explanation for Mum’s mounting betrayals. Because this time, I’m not sure forgiveness is possible.

I’m Tempest Corentine—21, single, and already dreading the next 21 years. Except one month ago, the impossible happened. I formed a magical bond with someone I’ve never met. The link appeared in my darkest moment, and finding this person is my sole purpose.

Kelly: Are you sure you want a blank blurb though? Shannon: We could make it interesting. Like, we could make something up. You know, as if we were writers?

Everything I know is a lie. I'm an ordinary mortal girl. Lord Irrik is a depraved dragon shifter. King Irdelron is an immortal tyrant. In the disease ridden land of Verald, life is mapped out much like the established rings of our kingdom. Everyone has a role. Me? I'll be uselessly serving potato stew for the rest of my life because I can't make anything grow. But starvation brews rebellion. When the king strikes, I'm captured by Lord Irrik. Instantly, I'm embroiled in a deadly game. One where I'm desperate to understand the rules.

What do jazz pixies, siren celebrities, and 300 disastrous dates with supernatural men have in common? Me. I’m Cerys. And at 22 years old, running a paranormal dating agency with my bestie and living in the magical society of Nepos is an amazing life. Not gonna lie, though - it’d be better with a little action. When my "extinct" brand of magic explodes in the presence of true love, the off-the-charts sexy but infuriatingly bored Detective Devereaux gets involved. And let me tell you, ladies, there are m-u-s-c-l-e-s under his long coat!

A moneylending kraken, angry echo imp, and emotionally limited witch have it out for me. I swear. What did I ever do to deserve this crap? Life is more twisted than a forest nymph’s vines, and in an ingenious or moronic move, I’m now working for the Twelve. Until this point they’ve seemed happy to kidnap and drain me, so safe to say this risk is bigger than an earth guardian’s...well, you know. Protecting those I care about is imperative, yet a sexy detective in a long coat has a different agenda.

Three months ago, Romy emerged from the cultivation tanks after a year floating inside. Body intact. Mind broken. Memory gone. Now she undergoes regular testing as doctors work to find out...well, she's not exactly sure what. The tests must have something to do with the reason she can't remember her knot - the single lucid memory the other insane soldiers on Orbito Four still possess. Whatever the researchers are searching for, if it aids the soldiers in the deathly war against the lethal alien invaders - the Critamal - the excruciating pain is worth it. But a grey-eyed man has other plans.

One hundred and fifty years ago, global warming brought humankind to the edge of extinction. In a desperate bid for survival, 4,000 genetically enhanced soldiers - the last slice of humanity - were sent to eight space stations. To serve. To protect. Then the Critamal arrived, uninvited. Waves of aliens now work to break through the Orbitos' defenses, the black-shelled creatures seeking to colonize the vacated and barren world. War is their reality. All Romy can do is fight alongside her knot and watch from the mocking midst of the stars as Earth rises and falls in the distance.

Earth is nothing like Romy expected. A disappointing fact made clear far too many times. Over the last year and a half, her world has shattered again and again, along with her sanity, and now Knot 27 is split in two with no sign of reconciliation. There is no end in sight. When the leader of their rebel movement steps down, the man Romy loves takes over the role of commander-general. They are outnumbered. They are outgunned. Not only are the Mandate Membersas deprived of humanity as ever, butanother lethal player has taken the field.

When Mum died, I inherited a lot more than a pack of lies. I landed a $410,000 debt. Discovered her previous surname. And her real place of birth. Desperate to uncover the truth, I drive to a tiny dot on the map called Deception Valley. Coincidental name? Nope. There, I find her secret family - because she had one of those too.

Underhill is my ruthless mother. Her realm is my deadly home. The brutal creatures here are both foe and friend. But the group of fae that just attacked me? They’re all foe. Dragged from my game of hide-and-seek with a dragon and my home of 21 years, I’m thrust into a weak, ugly realm. Earth. Something is taking the fae children of the Irish court, and an Oracle has declared I must find them. Nope. Not my problem. Bye. Except a three-year-old girl they suspect is the next Queen of All Fae was taken too.