Seyna Bell

Gavin Buchanan is thrown into a life he didn’t want, molded to do a job he always feared. How long until life in the Marine Corps turns this gentle, tenderhearted man into someone no one recognizes? Owen Wallace is adrift and going through the motions. Every time he tries to stand tall and put the past behind him, life kicks him down. There is only so much a person can take before they turn bitter and jaded. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Their souls are bound to each other. Nothing will keep them apart. It will take time, but they just need to find their way home.

Dancing is everything to me. It’s the mother I lost, the father who never sees me. It’s the fiery love of my life, and I’ll defend it to my last breath—that’s what it means to be the lead principal at one of the best ballet companies in the world. Just when I thought I was on top, my greatest rival—my eternal nemesis—waltzes back into my life: Nicoló Savini. The ache in my bones and the bane of my existence. If he thinks I’ll sit back and let him steal my spotlight, he’s sorely mistaken.

Sometimes salvation comes from the most unlikely hero. When Tate Gillespie is marked for death for a crime he didn’t commit, his life crumbles. In a world where "justice" is meted out by a relentless military force, he’s going to need more than a mythical guardian angel. His life down to seconds, he’s saved by the mysterious X, a knife-wielding man he's never even met before. But who is X? Is he the man who threatens and kills without a second thought? Or the strangely gentle man who only seems to act that way around Tate?

Eryn’s deep connection to both his frog family and the humans led him to use his empathic power to ensure the cannibalistic frog monsters hibernate while the last civilization of humans is safe. He secretly observes the captivating firstborn twins in Phoenix and longs to join them. But, Eryn’s egg brother Ernest is a cunning psycho, more frog than man is hungry for human blood.

Caspien Deveraux was poison. It took me years to realise that he hadn't been born like that. He'd been cultivated and nurtured by a careful hand and a bitter heart. When I first met him, he was a bud. One primed to bloom beautifully and deadly. One I should have torn out at the root.