"As the only living heir, I was supposed to wed Vanderlyth's most notorious sack of potatoes. Except, our ship went down and said potato sailed away in the only lifeboat, leaving me to drown. My last image? His middle finger.
Luck must be on my side because I wash up on the mainland. A place filled with my father's enemies, home to droves of demons that would kill me for my pointy ears alone.
I take shelter inside an abandoned castle, but while trying to discern a way out of this mess, a hauntingly flirtatious demon spots me. Knife to my throat, he claims to be the lord of this keep and demands to know why I'm trespassing. My mind floods with excuses . . . pleas . . . really anything to continue breathing.
Only one thing is certain . . . By no means can he know I'm the Elf Lord's daughter. He'd kill me faster than I could blink. We're at war, and my father has played dirty.
But despite the scarred Demon Lord pinning me with his poison-tipped blades and breath-taking amber eyes, he hasn't killed me yet. In fact, it almost seems like he wants to help me?
Suddenly, everything I know is questioned. Are the demons the evil monsters we're taught to believe? Or are we?
Contains mature themes."
"A year ago, we managed to escape the realm of monsters, unscathed.
The mistake of trying to strike a bargain with the High King has been buried in the past . . .
Or so we thought.
Tensions rise when the people in our kingdom seek blood, claiming a beast massacred one of the villages around Hell Hold.
Pitchforks burn and the fine line between good and evil blurs until it’s nearly obliterated all together.
However, one thing is crystal clear. We're not only gearing up for war with Heaven, but a civil war within Hell itself.
Contains mature themes."
"'If I'm the Queen of Hearts, then be my King of Spades.'
The High King—now freed from his prison—continues to wreak havoc on the seven realms, but he made one wrong move. He kidnapped my best friend, and I'll stop at nothing to get him back. Even if it means holding the self-appointed king's cold dead heart in my bare hands.
I've set out into the realm of monsters, and all is going according to plan until it's not, and I find myself allied with the last person in Hell I'd ever fight beside.
Will we save Finn? Will we put an end to the High King's wrath? Will we stop Michael? Or has this all been for naught?
Regardless, we have very little time before Heaven descends with the intention of wiping us from existence.
Step aside, world. Alice Whittaker, future Queen of Hell and Slayer of Kings is coming through.
Contains mature themes."
"I'm Alice, and for years, I've had dreams about talking to the Devil.
They're not nightmares. In fact, they're far from it. Our conversations are innocent, but certainly not normal. Though, if I'm honest, I'm not even sure what about my life is . . .
I always thought that someday my namesake would prove true, and I'd get a fairy tale of my own. After all, I live in a world where magic exists, so why not hope?
However, instead of a rabbit, what came to whisk me away was a vicious beast with green eyes. And instead of taking me to Wonderland, it dragged me kicking and screaming to Hell.
I wish I could say that's the worst of it. As it turns out, I'm supposedly betrothed to the prince of darkness himself and he's the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Don't even get me started on the cocky aurora that surrounds him. It grates me in all the right—excuse me, all the wrong places, and his wicked grin should come with a warning label.
So, all aboard the hot mess express, ladies and gents. It's going to be a wild ride.
Contains mature themes."
