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Ripped from the man I’m bound to. Thrust into fresh danger. And this time I must go alone. Except the task I’m burdened with should belong to a more powerful fae—my mother. Listening to her brought me to this moment of heartache and loss. Perhaps the time has come for a new approach, no matter the consequences.

Named as the new Mistress of Underhill, I must gather those I trust to untangle the deadly riddles or I will be left to face the darkness alone. The politics of the earth and fae realms, the survival of all, and the remains of my tattered heart will all be decided in a final battle. But as more and more players enter this war of realms, I realize that things are not what they seemed. If I am to see this through to the end, I must do what my mother asked of me. Somehow I must embrace a destiny that feels impossible… and give up on a love impossible to deny.

The magical tea has worn off. My eyes are wide open. And it’s with horror that I realize the fate of two realms rests on my shoulders after my mother’s ultimate sacrifice to trap Rubezahl in Underhill. Terrified humans clamoring for answers, whispered rumors from both Seelie and Unseelie, and a stepmother who seeks the throne for surprising reasons are the least of my troubles. Rubezahl has returned far sooner than I thought possible. I’m not ready. I can’t win this. And not only that… He has something crucial if we are to win. He’s taken something I cannot live without.

An army is half way to Glacium. And not just any army - it belongs to my mother. Time is running out as I rush to prevent a war which will kill thousands; the Solati people, my brothers, and the many Bruma I've come to care for. Yet it appears preventing this interworld war is just one snowball in an avalanche of problems as the situation in Glacium becomes volatile and destructive. My various identities hover on the edge of discovery forcing me to consider drastic action, and questions I've had since the abrupt end of the peace delegation are answered.

Underhill has been killed, and the only thing standing between all realms and utter destruction by Unbalance and his minions is me. Named as the new Mistress of Underhill, I must gather those I trust to untangle the deadly riddles or I will be left to face the darkness alone.

What do jazz pixies, siren celebrities, and 300 disastrous dates with supernatural men have in common? Me. I’m Cerys. And at 22 years old, running a paranormal dating agency with my bestie and living in the magical society of Nepos is an amazing life. Not gonna lie, though - it’d be better with a little action. When my "extinct" brand of magic explodes in the presence of true love, the off-the-charts sexy but infuriatingly bored Detective Devereaux gets involved. And let me tell you, ladies, there are m-u-s-c-l-e-s under his long coat!

The pendant, gem, dagger, and robe of a dead woman have decided my fate. Now over three hundred magus look to me to save them from the impossibly powerful demon king. It's safe to say my life took a little turn. But defeating a mere demon army would make life too simple. The demon kings magic also permeates the knolls, driving the wedge of discord deep in the coven. So much has changed. So many are uncertain. Suspicion and uncertainty will find their target.

I’ve screwed up big time. Now, I’m facing the damning consequences. The walls are closing in as I balance duty to grandmother’s memory with my impossible feelings for Kyros. Then, there’s the freakin’ human-vampire hybrid thing to deal with. The problem is, I’m no longer willing to lose the person I’ve gambled against from the start.

A moneylending kraken, angry echo imp, and emotionally limited witch have it out for me. I swear. What did I ever do to deserve this crap? Life is more twisted than a forest nymph’s vines, and in an ingenious or moronic move, I’m now working for the Twelve. Until this point they’ve seemed happy to kidnap and drain me, so safe to say this risk is bigger than an earth guardian’s...well, you know. Protecting those I care about is imperative, yet a sexy detective in a long coat has a different agenda.

A billionaire phoenix, a berserker in a long coat, and a rebellious brownie walk into a jazz bar…I wish I was joking. My shapeshifting attacker may be gone, but the bastards who gave the order are alive and kicking. They’re not the only ones after a chunk of my perky, cupid butt. The Nepos Bureau of Crime are digging around and asking questions that really aren’t good for my lifespan.

One hundred and fifty years ago, global warming brought humankind to the edge of extinction. In a desperate bid for survival, 4,000 genetically enhanced soldiers - the last slice of humanity - were sent to eight space stations. To serve. To protect. Then the Critamal arrived, uninvited. Waves of aliens now work to break through the Orbitos' defenses, the black-shelled creatures seeking to colonize the vacated and barren world. War is their reality. All Romy can do is fight alongside her knot and watch from the mocking midst of the stars as Earth rises and falls in the distance.

Three months ago, Romy emerged from the cultivation tanks after a year floating inside. Body intact. Mind broken. Memory gone. Now she undergoes regular testing as doctors work to find out...well, she's not exactly sure what. The tests must have something to do with the reason she can't remember her knot - the single lucid memory the other insane soldiers on Orbito Four still possess. Whatever the researchers are searching for, if it aids the soldiers in the deathly war against the lethal alien invaders - the Critamal - the excruciating pain is worth it. But a grey-eyed man has other plans.

Earth is nothing like Romy expected. A disappointing fact made clear far too many times. Over the last year and a half, her world has shattered again and again, along with her sanity, and now Knot 27 is split in two with no sign of reconciliation. There is no end in sight. When the leader of their rebel movement steps down, the man Romy loves takes over the role of commander-general. They are outnumbered. They are outgunned. Not only are the Mandate Membersas deprived of humanity as ever, butanother lethal player has taken the field.

Ripped from the man I'm bound to. Thrust into fresh danger. And this time I must go alone. Except the task I'm burdened with should belong to a more powerful fae—my mother. Listening to her brought me to this moment of heartache and loss. Perhaps the time has come for a new approach, no matter the consequences.

Ausgestoßen. Als gesuchte Mörderin auf der Flucht. Dazu verdammt, niemals den Mann zu berühren, der ihr Blut in Wallung bringt. Vor nicht allzu langer Zeit meinte es das Leben noch gut mit Kallik aus dem Hause Royal. Jetzt sieht es ganz und gar nach Absturz aus. Dieser neueste Shitstorm - ja, er übertrifft alles. Der Vater, der sie von Geburt an gemieden hat, liegt kalt und tot in der Erde. Die Gerichte sind in Aufruhr und wollen Blut sehen. Ihr Blut. Sie muss den wahren Mörder finden, doch dieses Rätsel verblasst angesichts des Wahnsinns, der die Fae zu zermalmen droht.

Orpheline. Formée au combat. Conditionnée depuis toujours à craindre le pouvoir de l'Autre Monde. Secrètement amoureuse d'un homme qui ne veut pas de moi. Je ne suis qu'Alli, l'orpheline mi-faë, mi-humaine, mais la vie commence enfin à me sourire. Il n'aura fallu que vingt-quatre ans. Quand l'Autre Monde, le royaume ancestral des faës, s'effondre, nous empêchant tous d'y accéder, je suis la seule à savoir qui est responsable de sa destruction. Ce secret me coûtera la vie si je n'agis pas au plus vite.

Le retrouver ou mourir. À moins que je ne trouve un moyen de déjouer le destin. Moi c'est Tempest Corentine. Vingt et un ans, célibataire, et sorcière en cavale. Après avoir grandi loin du coven, je suis forcée d'y retourner suite à la mort tragique de ma famille. Le plus étrange ? Un mois plus tôt, j'ai formé un lien magique avec un inconnu apparu dans mes heures les plus sombres. Depuis, une seule obsession me hante : le retrouver. Mais deux obstacles se dressent devant moi : 1. Il vit probablement dans les Monts Enfouis.

Underhill is my ruthless mother. Her realm is my deadly home. The brutal creatures here are both foe and friend. But the group of fae that just attacked me? They're all foe. Dragged from my game of hide-and-seek with a dragon, and my home of twenty-one years, I'm thrust into a weak, ugly realm. Earth. Something is taking the fae children of the Irish court, and an Oracle has declared I must find them. Nope. Not my problem. Bye. Except a three-year-old girl they suspect is the next Queen of All Fae was taken too.

Königin der Feenhöfe, Herrscherin der Throne. Konfrontiert mit einem unmöglichen Kampf. Dazu verflucht, niemals mit dem Mann zusammen zu sein, den sie liebt. Der magische Tee hat nachgelassen. Kalliks Augen sind weit geöffnet. Und mit Schrecken stellt sie fest, dass das Schicksal zweier Reiche auf ihren Schultern ruht, nachdem ihre Mutter das ultimative Opfer gebracht hat, um den Riesen nach Underhill zu verbannen.

Verwaist. Ausgebildet zum Kämpfen. Erzogen, die Macht von Underhill zu fürchten. Heimlich verliebt in einen Mann, der sie nicht will. Alli ist halb Fee, halb Mensch. Sie hat lange, harte Jahre der Ausbildung hinter sich. Nun sieht es in ihrem Leben zum ersten Mal besser aus. Doch als Underhill – die angestammte Heimat der Fae – zerbricht und es unmöglich wird, sie zu betreten, ist sie die Einzige, die weiß, wer es getan hat. Es ist Geheimnis, das ihr sicherer Tod sein wird, wenn sie nicht sofort etwas unternimmt.