Stories

The hunting attire that arrived at Elira’s chambers was unlike anything she’d ever worn—black leather that fit like a second […]

The guest chambers assigned to Elira were more luxurious than anything she’d ever experienced, but luxury couldn’t quiet the storm

The confrontation with Cassian would have to wait. King Thorne had made that decision the moment Lord Ashford mentioned the

The private audience chamber was a study in calculated seduction and barely restrained power. Unlike the grand throne room with

The Blood Court rose from the mist-shrouded valley like something born from nightmares and dark fairy tales. Elira had expected

The wilderness between territories was a place where civilized creatures feared to tread, and after three days of stumbling through

The cottage that had been Elira’s sanctuary for twenty-three years felt like a tomb in the pre-dawn darkness. Every familiar

The sacred grove reeked of anticipation and wildflowers, but all Elira Marlowe could smell was her own impending humiliation. Ancient