christopher long

According to the FBI, I was considered a serial murderer after three kills. What do they call me after fifty-two? They call me the Silencer. One final bullet would have been all it took to stop me from taking another soul, and I would have been doing Meridian City a service by pulling that trigger. An angel crying for help stopped me, and that night, I took three lives for her. Then three turned into eight. Then eight turned into twenty. Twenty turned into twenty-one. Twenty-one turned into twenty-three.

I thought I was here to pay off my family’s debt… But the Alpha King didn’t bring me to his castle to be a maid. Isla I’m a nobody from a struggling pack, just trying to help my family cover my brother’s medical bills. When I’m sent to the Alpha King’s palace, I expect to scrub floors—not sleep in a luxurious bed. Then I find out the truth: I’ve been sold to be his breeder. King Maddox is cold, cruel, and dangerously powerful. Rumor has it he killed his first wife—and now he needs an heir or he’ll lose his throne. I’ve never even been with a man. How am I supposed to...

In therapy, they tell you to use your senses. List the things you know: Sermons recited with malice. A blood-soaked ritual. The sting of tears and gasping sobs of the dying. Rotting flesh. I grew up in a cage, tortured by the Lord Almighty's most twisted servant. Death and despair became my close companions as I watched years of slaughter at Pastor Michaels’ hand. Eighteen girls. Dead. Eighteen lives. Ended. Eighteen futures. Stolen.

A morte e ritorno. My family’s motto circles in my mind as I look this problem dead on and try to figure it out. I’ve faced worse than this. Survived worse odds than this. I won’t let this failure break me. We have 72 hours to turn this around. Seventy-two hours to make a new plan out of the dregs of the old. Seventy-two hours until all hope is lost. This task is impossible, but I still like my chances. I have an ace in my pocket, and his name is Mason Cain. He might not want to help me, but I don’t plan on giving him a choice in the matter.

I will break out of Darkmore Penitentiary. But I was a fool to think that it would be so simple. And now with more and more Fae relying on me to get them out of this slice of hell, I find myself unable to do a damn thing. Mason Cain stabbed me in the back and left me to rot in the dark. So now I have another goal in mind before I escape this place, because no one messes with the Queen of the Oscura Clan and lives to tell the tale. The moment I get out of here, my sights will be set on him.

When I find a gorgeous stranger in an alley, covered in blood, you'd think the logical thing would be to go to the authorities. Not me. I take him home. I've got my reasons, though. See, Kassam is cursed with hedonism. He's a god from another world, accidentally stuck in ours. Anyone (and everyone) around him falls under his spell. It's impossible to resist. Like scratching an itch. And being around Kassam? Boy, do I itch. But trying to send the god home to his world is a near-impossible task.

Rise. Shine. Sleep. Repeat. To the world. Break. Darken. Cry. Lost. Behind closed doors. Nothing is as it seems in the Asheville home or this hellhole town. Then he shows up. Pushing my buttons and demanding I take more from life, be more, be…me. But I have no idea who that is. How do I fight for my freedom when I’m their bargaining tool? What he doesn’t realize is how screwed up Knight’s Creek really is. For all I care, the whole town can burn to ash.

Within the Nine Realms, deception runs deep. War lingers on the horizon, as armies gather deeply within the shadows. The land has chosen its hero, but war demands a heavy price—one Aria may not be prepared to pay.

My life as I know it will never be the same. I must overcome more obstacles than I care to imagine and learn to deal with the blood staining my soul. Trusting in those who offer me the world will prove difficult as I try to keep everyone safe. Luna is my rock and pillar of strength, even if she wants to force me to see the bigger picture.

Melalekin "Angel" of the Honor Meadows has been a warrior her entire life. Battle. Death. Loss. They were her constant companions until the day she met Mera Callahan. A shifter who ended up being so much more. A shifter who changed her life, and now...she has been reborn. The scars of her past are gone. Her losses muted under the new life she plans on living. There's just one being standing in her way. A grudge holding desert deity who has made an art form out of making her life hell.