"Magical amnesia never leads to anything good . . . especially when the fae of your dreams forgets he loathes you.
I've been content to be overlooked my whole life. I'm happy with my plants, my potions, and my peaceful apothecary.
Kieran turned everything upside down the moment he walked into my shop. The handsome winged fae looked just like a prince from a fairy tale, but with his endearing shyness and warm heart, I took to him right away. But the kind Kieran disappeared overnight, and he shut me out.
I'm tired of pining after him, and after a trio of elder gods appear demanding brides, I'm tempted to throw my hat in the ring. But when I wake the next morning—my coldhearted prince has had a personality change . . . or a memory wipe. He's besotted, but I know it must be because of magic. Nothing good ever comes from a spell you don't know the source of.
Now matter how much I want it to be, I know it can't be how he really feels.
Can it?
Contains mature themes."
"He's a huge warrior orc—but his sweet side is exactly what I'm craving.
I've made a life of catering to any craving a friend might have—and now I have a magical pastry shop that does exactly that. Creating enchanted desserts at Pixie's Perch is my lifelong dream, and as much as I love my friends in the Wild Oak Woods, something's missing.
Until the fierce warrior orc Ga'Rek shows up with his crew of Unseelie fae. He's never seen anything like my pastry shop, and I've never met anyone like him. When he starts helping out in my kitchen, he heats up more than the oven. He's got a real knack for filling eclairs with cream, too.
When the local duchess decides to make an official visit during the annual Wild Oak Woods fall festival, I pull out all the stops to impress her. My shy, smiling orc in the kitchen turns out to be the perfect assistant pastry chef. No matter what half-cocked idea for a new recipe I have, he's always willing to help—and to sample the results.
I'm determined to reward Ga'Rek with all of his favorite sweet treats.
Except the only thing the huge warrior orc wants is me.
Contains mature themes."
"I’m the thief, but the death god stole everything from me: my heart, my life, and my humanity— binding me to him forever.
My human life is over. The Sword betrayed me, put a literal knife to his chest, and now I’m supposed to share my new immortal fae life with him as his fated mate? Yeah, keep dreaming, buddy.
As it turns out, you can take the humanity out of the thief, but you can't take the thief out of the, er… immortal. Apparently, the Sword’s castle sits on top of ancient treasure, and I’m more than happy to relieve him of it. No honor amongst thieves and murderers, am I right?
But when my friends— our friends— show up on the run and needing help, I’m pulled deeper into a war that’s raged for centuries between gods and humans. Sola and her minions are burning through our country, leaving a trail of bodies and ruin in their wake.
And when the treasure under his keep finds me first, it ties me to my so-called fated mate more than ever. War threatens at our door, and I need to decide whose side I’m on or say goodbye to my second chance at life.
Fate might try to have her way with me, but chaos has never played by the rules."
"We’re supposed to hate each other, but I need him if I want to live.
I stole from the wrong mark— a disciple of the death god. Instead of a priceless treasure, I’m left with a killer curse. The only one who can stop it? A dark warrior known as The Sword, the most feared of all the death god’s worshippers. Wonderful.
To make things worse, he’s currently rotting in a cell for murdering the followers of my goddess. But I’ve never let a little thing like the law stop me, and I certainly won’t now, not when the most important thing to me is on the line: my life.
I manage to break The Sword out of his prison, and he swears to help me find a cure for the blood curse in return for his freedom. We have to learn to rely on one another… and manage to build a grudging respect that might just be turning into something more.
No matter what he says, though, The Sword seems to have his own agenda on my quest for the cure. If I want to live, I have to figure out his plan before it’s too late.
Trust’s never come easy to me, but betrayal’s never hurt so much."
"My dreams of marrying a hot alien came true—except the grumpy brute can't stand me.
I am the only one excited—okay, delighted—at finding myself married to a hulking, alien warlord. I've always been into scales and tails, and this big green beefcake is right up my alley. Except, he's not into me. But I want my fun, and that's the very least I can get out of this arranged marriage. I'm determined to get my way, and I'm sick of being ignored.
When my grumpy husband leaves for the capital, I have an evil plan: stow away on his ship and wear him down with my sunny disposition.
Except, he's not going to the capital. He's scoping out a secret base, and he is furious with me. When the enemy—Roth—board our ship, endangering his mission and me, his grouchy front cracks. If we want to survive, he'll have to realize there's more to me than sunshine and rainbows...and I'll have to figure out if I'm brave enough to give him what he wants: love."
"The huge alien prince claims I'm his wife—but I've never been a good little princess._ _I'm not about to start now.
Stuck in a hot jungle with an even hotter alien is not how I imagined my diplomatic mission going. To make things worse, every conversation is an exercise in survivor charades. I've always prided myself on never needing a man, but this planet seems determined to prove I can't live without the massive alien stuck to my side.
When we're chased into a crumbling ruin, I think things are finally looking up. We're out of the rain, at the very least. There are strange images all over the temple walls, showing riches beyond belief. And my alien? He's suddenly obsessed with finding it…and with me.
By the time my translator starts working, I've figured out several things.
One: other aliens are hunting us.
Two: my alien seems to think the mysterious treasure will solve all our problems.
And three: We're married.
If I want to survive this death trap of a temple and Suevan politics, I'll need all my wits about me. I better stop being distracted by the muscled hunk of scaly alien who treats me like I'm the real treasure."
"The alien who hand-picked me to wed and bed is the most domineering warlord of the bunch. Lucky me.
As the first humans allowed in Suevan space, there's a lot riding on my all-woman team. Earth desperately needs their tech, and I'm determined to prove we can negotiate the price. Without their planetary defense systems, Earth is a sitting duck, ripe for invasion.
Except the Suevan culture is nothing like ours.
When I take part in what I think is a welcoming ceremony, I leave with more than I bargained for: a husband. A mate. Apparently, we're there to marry them as payment—something the top brass on Earth doesn't bother denying. Fantastic.
And the Suevan who hand-picked me to wed and bed? He's the most domineering warlord of the bunch. Lucky me. I'll get the Suevan tech we need, but there's no way I'm giving in to his demands…no matter how, ahem, persuasive he might be."
