Let Go My Gargoyle by Tami Lund

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Four years ago, dragon shifter Sofia had an affair with a gargoyle. The next morning, he disappeared—leaving her with a three-month-old baby.

Now he’s back to protect her and the child from an unknown danger, without entangling his heart. A task he doesn’t think he’s capable of doing...


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Several thoughts hit Sofia all at once.
One, she’d definitely slept for more than three hours.
Two, Penelope had not woken her, which was concerning.
Three, there was someone else in the house besides her and Penelope.
Even more concerning. 
She sprang out of bed and snagged a robe to cover her camisole and panties. Pulling open the door, she hurried down the hall until she came to a stuttering halt at the entrance to the living room.
Penelope, in her pajamas, her hair an uncombed rat’s nest on her head, sat cross-legged on the floor, with Pinky the purple dragon in her lap, her tongue thrust between her teeth as she focused on the game of Candyland spread out before her. 
Griffin sat across from her, watching as she calculated her next move.
What in the world?
Sofia didn’t need to bother asking how Griffin had gotten into her house. She’d witnessed his ability to bypass locks just last night. Still…
“What are you doing here?”
He glanced up, his gaze lingering on her bare legs beneath the short robe, and her dragon, dormant for far too long, lifted her head and took notice.
Great. He isn’t even a dragon.
So? her dragon replied. 
Sofia shook her head. Now was not the time to get into a discussion of species with her beast. 
Penelope glanced up and waved. “Hi, Mommy.”
Sofia’s heart melted a little every time she heard that moniker. She hadn’t intended for Penelope to call her mommy, but the first time she had, Sofia’s fierce protectiveness of this child had quadrupled, and it had only increased in strength every day since. 
Griffin nodded at her daughter. “We were letting you sleep in.” 
Sofia frowned. She felt… fantastic, in truth. How much sleep had she gotten?
“It’s ten o’clock,” Griffin supplied, like he could read her mind.
Good gods, she hadn’t slept this late since the day before she’d spent that fateful night with Griffin, four years ago. 
“Why? How did you even know? How…?”
He nodded at the window overlooking the backyard. “I stayed watch last night, outside Penelope’s bedroom. When I heard her wake, I came inside and convinced her to let me make her breakfast instead of waking you up to do so.” 
“You…” Apparently, a full night’s sleep rendered her incapable of completing a sentence.
“Coffee,” Griffin said, hopping to his feet. “You need some.” 
“She drinks a lot of coffee,” Penelope supplied. 
That kid. Sometimes she was too honest.
“Come on,” Griffin said, motioning to Sofia to join him in the kitchen. Instead of pouring her a cup of joe, as soon as she was close enough, he grasped her arm and squeezed. Sofia’s dragon started prancing around like a dog about to be handed a bone.
Down, girl.
“We need help,” Griffin announced.
“Huh?” Sofia gave the half-full carafe a longing look.
“I know as a gargoyle my main job is to protect those who both need and deserve it, and you and Penelope certainly qualify, but-but I…that’s not been my main focus for the last few years. At least not, well, not to this extent.”
Why was he telling her this? “We’ve been managing by ourselves for four years, so if that’s your reason for returning, you can go ahead and fly back to New Brunswick now. We’re fine.” 
He canted his head. “You remember where I’m from.”
She remembered a lot about that fateful night. Too much.
Elbowing him out of the way, she pulled a mug out of the cabinet. In childlike scrawl, the words “World’s Best Mom” were written across the white surface along with a bunch of terribly drawn flowers and dragons. Penelope had made it for her at daycare for Mother’s Day last year. It was a human daycare, run by the church two blocks away, and Sofia had enrolled her partially to ensure the kid had some sort of social interaction skills prior to starting kindergarten, but also so that Sofia could catch a few hours’ extra sleep three days a week. 
She added a dollop of creamer to the cup and then filled it with steaming, dark liquid before lifting it to her nose and breathing deeply. She took a tentative sip and sighed.
Someone made a strangled noise, and she opened her eyes. Griffin stared at her in a way she didn’t quite recognize. Did he think she was insane? Or was that attraction in his dilated pupils?
It was hard to tell.

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Secrets and Sorcery by Lori Whyte

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Mike epitomizes everything Avery's mother warned her about. He's a warlock, he's powerful, and he's the head of the Dark Guards. Worse yet, he's way too sexy. But he is her only hope of finding her brother, even if the cost of his help is her secrets and her heart…


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How often did prey come straight to the predator?
When she looked up and saw him, she inhaled sharply. She froze on the bottom step. With his heightened senses, the thunder of her heartbeat drummed to him like a call to action. Her gaze flitted from his face to his hand, where he still held the soft ball of her wrap.
She stepped back, off the step. Retreating. Again. Then she stopped herself. 
Good. He grinned. As much as he loved to chase, some part of him wanted more from her. He didn't understand it, he just knew instinctively it was true.
He prowled down the steps at a determined but unhurried pace until he stood before her. His eyes never left hers. It was the same way he'd approach his prey once they caught sight of him but hadn't decided if he was a danger yet. Her pulse raced faster as he drew nearer.
"You shouldn't leave personal items unguarded," he reprimanded.
"Of course." A blush stole over her cheeks. "I guess I forgot one of the first rules of WaW society: Anything can be used in black magic."
A strange protectiveness surged through him at the thought of someone casting such a spell over her. A soft growl rumbled along the back of his throat. She shivered under the intensity of his gaze. Without looking from her eyes, he untangled the cashmere shawl and slowly drew it around her. The delicate garment slid over her exposed shoulders like a caress. When he'd finished dragging the wrap into place, he lifted his fingers to her face, needing to touch her again. Needing to add a little more of his scent to hers. His touch skimmed the satiny smoothness of her cheek.
"It's as I thought," he said. "Your skin is softer."
Her lips opened at his remark and he had the most extraordinary desire to kiss her, but luckily some measure of logic still ruled his actions and he refrained. This woman wasn't for him. No matter how much she intrigued him. He needed someone who could stand at his side, not be intimidated by him at every turn.
He studied her upturned face, taking in the seemingly guileless way her gaze dropped to his mouth and then flitted away. Yes. She was too timid for the likes of him. The beast in him demanded strength, a partner who was his equal.
But he still needed to uncover her secret.
Yes. That was it. This unexpected attraction was just his natural curiosity to unravel the puzzle she'd become. He was drawn to the mystery. He wanted to know her secrets.
"I will see you again, Ms. Hawk," he promised. "And I won't let you run away so easily next time."

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Jin-Bennu by Vivienne Savage

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Journey through the stars in the follow-up to Tal-Amun as his alpha second-in-command Jin-Bennu finds love in the most unlikely place.


When psychic commander Jin-Bennu flies out on a secret mission, his cover is that he's returning home for R&R. He doesn't expect to find a gorgeous human researcher stowing away on his personal ship.


Veryn has orders of her own to follow and plans for a romantic weekend. Instead, she'll find the flight of her life. And a battle to win a certain Lexar's heart...


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Bennu arrived at the crack of dawn—rather, the hour that would be dawn if they were planetside and not sailing through space bound for the Lexar home world. Solar schedules aboard all Nova Force vessels—even those assigned to the UNE—closely resembled the planet of their origin with dedicated sunlight hours. Corridors of the Exemplar and its many decorative windows would steadily glow with the shades of a pink and golden sunrise for the next half hour.
When Veryn first came aboard the ship, she spent many a morning admiring the phony view from the medical bay’s windows as digital colors converged and brightened with a realistic landscape from Aaru. Those rolling green hills dusted by lavender and pink had been glorious beneath a pink-streaked sunrise. 
Now, she slept in and often missed that magical moment.
It wasn’t the same.
She wanted to see the real thing.
“Veryn?” Isis spoke in a gentle voice. “What message shall I relay to Jin-Bennu?”
“Tell him it’s too early for wedding outfit discussions, Isis.”
“I shall deliver your response.” The pale blue-green light dimmed and went dormant for only what seemed like a few seconds before it flashed again, in time with the synthetic voice’s speech pattern. “Jin-Bennu says it is the hour for training and you have already given your word to be his student.”
“Fuck.”
“Shall I relay that?”
“No!” Veryn threw back the bedcovers and stormed to the door, tearing down the robe hung beside it and swaddling herself in silk. She did not tend to sleep nude aboard any vessel but had found the Exemplar to be exceedingly secure and safe. Here, she did not need to be on constant guard. 
At her command, the door slid open to reveal Bennu in sparring gear, a wrap around his hips so low the indentation of his hips drew her gaze like the magnetic pull of a planet keeping its moons in orbit. From there, her attention slowly traveled upward, ascending the glorious trail leading to the navel, scanning over chiseled abs, and finally reaching a chest just above her face level. 
Bennu towered above her, a bare-chested giant in warrior’s garb holding two bladeless hilts. “I told you the sixth bell.”
“I thought you meant evening.”
He chuckled. “No. That would be the eighteenth hour.”
Smug bastard.
It occurred to Veryn that she could very well decline and shut the door in his face, and he could do nothing about it. She was no Lexar, nor officially a member of the Royal Navy; otherwise, he may have had justification for ordering her about.
Curiosity bloomed and took the lead, however, prompting her to sigh. She stared up at him, past the massive chest and into a handsome face studying her with expectation. 
“Give me a moment to dress.” Then Veryn shut the door on him.
It took longer to select her workout attire than it did to don the two-piece outfit. A sports bra in breathable black-and-burgundy mesh crisscrossed straps over her ribs and sent a triple set of straps over her shoulders to cross between both blades. Translucent black mesh panels revealed peeks of her hips and spiraled over each thigh. 
It was, all in all, a very sexy athletic two-piece that revealed much of her skin while simultaneously covering her. Veryn considered it a compromise between the skimpy loincloths preferred by Lexar women when grappling and exercising. They had no qualms about revealing as much of their bodies as possible.
The moment she stepped into the corridor, Bennu’s gaze slid over her with unabashed interest, rousing an unexpected sense of triumph in her. 
Success.
At what, though? At capturing the fleeting notice of an almost nine-foot-tall alien warrior who could crush her with psionic force if he caught her unaware and unprepared for his assault?
Forget crushing me with psionic force. He could crush me with his hands and I’d never stand a chance.
She wondered if her own psychic gifts could ever be as powerful as the awe-inspiring force of a Lexar who trained for decades to manipulate space and energy, or if he’d shatter her willpower with the brute force of a sledgehammer striking glass.
“Are you going to humiliate me in the gymnasium?”
“I wouldn’t do that. While there is no shame to an honorable defeat during a spar, we will practice in the officers’ sparring chamber.”
Interesting.
“Why there?”
“Privacy,” Bennu replied over one muscular shoulder while striding toward the entrance to a prohibited area of the deck. 
Veryn cocked a brow and followed. The low, resonant tone of an alert chimed when Veryn approached, flashing red letters in Lexar. “We need privacy for a spar?”
“I prefer to teach these techniques without an audience until I understand the measure of another warrior’s gift,” he explained. “If my fellow Lexar are present, you’ll be distracted.”
“Oh.”
Isis scanned Bennu’s biometrics, the sweep of pale turquoise light verifying his identity. At last, the red symbols above the door transitioned to a serene green hue, and the reinforced steel slid open to reveal a corridor decorated in Lexarian reliefs of their giant warriors engaged in battle against various unfamiliar foes. Veryn studied the grotesque faces of alien species she’d never seen or read about in history, and she imagined few humans were allowed to tread beyond that door.
Who are they? she wanted to inquire.
“Will you get in trouble for allowing me here?” she asked instead.
“No.” He chuckled. “We won’t travel far, and you won’t be privileged to any classified information. Our destination is just ahead.”
Bennu took her into a circular chamber surrounded by multiple rows of stadium seating in the imitation of a smaller indoor coliseum. She stared in awe at the racks of weapons waiting beside them at the entrance, stacked near an assortment of brown leather cuirasses and giant-sized scaled armor in gold and silver, many sporting ornamentations in vivid blue and red. Veryn saw similar during a viewing of an Ancient Egyptian historical movie. 
“None of those will fit me.”
Bennu’s sudden laugh made her stomach flutter. She realized it wasn’t a sound she heard often. 
“What’s so funny?”
He offered the smaller hilt. “You won’t need any armor today, Veryn. We’ll be using practical holophase hilts. The light particle technology is designed to mute psionic force. This means the strikes may sting somewhat, but they won’t inflict injuries or lasting damage upon you.”
“Oh.” She turned the glossy, black hilt over a few times and smoothed her finger over the activation button. A smooth jet of light emerged and took form in the shape of a curved blade while Bennu fiddled with a console nearby. His own weapon appeared massive by comparison. 
“Why is mine so much smaller than yours?” The device appeared similar to the phase swords she trained with during the intense weeks of grueling academy time for the Royal Navy officers chosen for Her Majesty’s secret agent corps. When she touched it, energy bent around her fingers but resisted her crossing the light pattern completely. It stung, snapping her skin like a rubber band with rhythmic pulses that grew increasingly disconcerting. 
“Mine is intended for adult use. You hold one intended for a child.”
“Ouch.”
Bennu grinned. “A teenager among our people, I should say. You and Nia are exceptionally tall women for humans.”
“We are, I suppose. Tallulah has many tall people.”
“But you are not of Tallulah. You are Albionian.”
It startled her that he knew that, though she supposed it wasn’t a difficult guess to make from her accent. There are at least a dozen other English-speaking British colonies with my accent. I’d be a fool to assume he didn’t look me up in the system.
In fact, it wasn’t too much of a leap to assume Amun and Bennu, as well as their top officers, had scoured every inch of available data about the researchers rescued from Killandor 2 over a year ago.
“We will begin with the khopesh,” he said. “There are no limitations. I will show restraint without using the full extent of my physical strength, but I have no objections to you using all tools to your advantage.”
The reach on his weapon may as well have spanned a million miles. Veryn stared at him dubiously. “Is that the only self-limitation you’ll apply.”
Bennu’s wicked smile provided the answer before he replied, “Yes.”
“But it’s impossible for me to have a chance against you, when you’re—”
“Larger?”
“No,” Veryn said, aiming a sweet smile up at him in return. “Psionic is what I intended to say. I don’t have a chance against you if a reduction in physical strength is your only limitation. Even without psionics, your reach is enormous, you weigh too much to move, and your weapon is almost as long as my body. You could hold me back with a psionic barrier and never have to fight.”
“Far from it. There are ways to defeat even one such as me in battle. That is why we are here and why I’ve given you this particular training weapon. Here, you will learn to battle a psionic Lexar. Until the day you best me in battle or leave this ship, you are to be my student.”

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Her Wolf by Fiona Davenport

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Allegra Hale had no idea shifters existed when she headed off to college with her two best friends. Let alone that her campus was near a shifter town. But that all changed when she got into a crash and was rescued by Zeke Blakesley—the wolf shifter who insisted they belonged together.


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“What kind of trouble did you manage to get into in a college town full of humans?”
“The new waitress could’ve passed for an octopus shifter with how handsy she tried to get with me.” I shuddered just thinking about it.
Kace cringed at the analogy. “Hopefully, you can duck into their place without her spotting you.”
“It’s not just her, man. I swear, all the girls who go to that school are boy crazy,” I grumbled as I got to my feet. “Whenever I’m in Stewart, at least one of them tries to throw herself at me. If she were my mate, I’d be all over that shit, but none of them have been, and they don’t take no for an answer. Then when I finally manage to untangle myself, their fucking scent clings to my skin, and it’s all wrong. My wolf gets pissed, and the drive feels as though it takes for-fucking-ever before I’m back home and can wash it off me.”
Kace grabbed the last few chicken wings before standing, too. “Maybe you’ll get lucky this time around, and the girl throwing herself at you will turn out to be your mate.”
“It’s not gonna happen. I’m just not that lucky, as proven by you barging in here and interrupting my night,” I denied with a shake of my head. “That’s not taking into account how I’m headed to a town full of humans who don’t even know shifters or fated mates exist.”
“I wouldn’t care if my mate was human as long as I found her.” Kace flashed me a chiding look, and I felt like shit since I shouldn’t have needed the reminder. My irritation over my change in plans had me saying shit I didn’t even mean. “It won’t matter if yours is a wolf shifter, human, or can turn into a fucking goldfish. She’ll be the best thing that’s ever happened to you because she’s your mate.”
“Damn straight,” I agreed with a small smile as I pulled my coat off the hook by the front door and shrugged it on.
He slapped me on the back as he passed me to head down the sidewalk to where his car was parked at the curb. “You never know. Fate works in mysterious ways sometimes.” 
Kace’s parting words echoed in my brain while I drove to Stewart. It wasn’t surprising since mating was a driving force for all shifters. We didn’t feel complete until we found our mates, the other half of our souls. I’d put up with that irritating waitress a thousand times if it helped me find her...the one who was meant for me.
After parking a few doors down from my destination—on the opposite side of the diner because it was insane to think that running into the waitress would actually help—I climbed out of my truck. My wolf pushed against my skin before I even got the door shut, and it took a moment for the reason to click in my head. 
The faintest hint of a strawberries and cream scent filled my nostrils. It was unlike anything I’d ever smelled before. The alluring scent could have only come from one source—my mate.
Mine.
It took all my willpower to keep my human skin as my wolf fought to break free. As it demanded we find our mate. Now.
The only reason he pulled back was that my human half was just as anxious to track the sent to my mate. Scanning my surroundings, I didn’t see anyone nearby on the sidewalk. But the car that had just pulled away from the curb as I had turned into my parking spot was only a couple of blocks down the street. Thinking back to the moment before it had left, I remembered that a woman had climbed into the back seat. She had been less than ten feet away from where I was currently standing so the lingering scent had to be hers.
My head swiveled in the direction the car had gone, and I sprinted toward the horrifying sight in front of me.

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Fae Curse by Eve A. Hunt

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When a fae lord and his castle lands in Coren’s hometown, the days when her biggest worry was whether or not the muffins will rise are over. Only Coren’s blood can break a death curse, and the fae will stop at nothing to trap her and bleed her dry.


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Wolf Lost by Sam Burns

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Sawyer Holt can’t go home. The alpha who murdered his father wants to marry him to cement his political power. Dez Sullivan is just getting used to being an alpha werewolf when Sawyer blows in, activating his new instincts and overwhelming his common sense. Both men are searching for a new start; their meeting is pure Kismet.


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Awakening Angel by Eva Brandt


6 men, 1 woman, and a curse threatening to tear them all apart.


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Breaking Sass by C.D. Gorri

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What happens when a sassy Dire Wolf with a penchant for breaking rules and a Lion in love with the law clash?


Sheila wants to ride her Harley and tend bar, she doesn’t want a mate. Especially not a puffed up pussycat! But Fate won’t be denied. Will Leo and Sheila discover how much fun breaking sass can be?


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Meet the Pack - Tami Lund

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Interview originally published in April 2017.

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 Tami Lund 



 Hey there! My name is Tami Lund, and I write shifters. And witches. And vampires. And magical people called Lightbearers. Oh yeah, and Cupids. Yes, Cupids. And no, they aren't toddlers with wings, who fly around shooting bows and arrows at people (Cupids have lousy aim).

 Aside from what's going on in my head, when I'm forced to join the real world, I think I do a reasonable job of acting like a typical human being. I have a thing for wine, I treat my dog like she's my second child, and my husband like he's my third. 2016 was the year from hell (my son died), even though I flew out to Cali for the InD'Scribed Conference and won an award for one of my books (Undercover Heat). See, typical, right? (Okay, maybe not so much, which might help explain why I write paranormal romance...)

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What sparked the idea for your first (or latest) series?


 Funny story, this. Once upon a time, I think it was 2010, I took an online writing class. And the instructor said, write something different, unusual. This will capture readers' attention.

 So I came up with the idea of Lightbearers, people whose magic is renewable and comes from the sun. Cut them off from sunlight for too long and they'll die. I threw in shifters because, well, I love shifters. And then as the series progressed, I've added other magical beings, like Cupids, and eventually, water sprites and demons. And who knows what else I'll come up with?

 The reason this question makes me chuckle is because now a-days, it seems "unique" isn't the way to go. Readers want their shapeshifters and vampires and fae. So I guess it's a good thing I included shifters in this series right from the beginning, eh?

Shifters dominate the human world, while Lightbearers stay hidden away in their magically-protected coterie. That is, until Olivia Bennett, princess of the Lightbearers, is captured by the most powerful shifter of them all—Quentin Lyons, who believes that to kill a Lightbearer is to inherit her magic. His son Tanner doesn’t believe his father’s theory. In the ultimate betrayal, Tanner rescues Olivia and vows to return her to her home. Along the way, he discovers an attraction to the Lightbearer princess that becomes increasingly more difficult to ignore. The attraction makes no sense. Lightbearers and shifters have been mortal enemies since the dawn of time. He’s supposed to feel the urge to kill her, not … well, you know.

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Who would you pick to play one of your heroes in a movie and why?


 Ryan Reynolds, Ryan Reynolds, Ryan Reynolds. I swear, he is the quintessential hero in my eyes. Funny, sexy, funny, and with a heart of gold. True confession: I sometimes have a hard time writing true "bad boys." I do much better with funny guys who might be a tad broken and use humor as a way to cover it up, but ultimately are really honorable guys with hearts of gold. Gavin Rowan from my Twisted Fate Series is exactly this guy. God, I love Ryan, er, Gavin.













There are two kinds of shifters: Rakshasa and Light Ones. Rakshasa want to snack on human bones. Light Ones want to protect the humans. Unfortunately, the Rakshasa are currently winning the battle, as the Light Ones are not fertile. Only one type of Light One, exceedingly rare females called Chala, are able to produce offspring. The Rakshasa know this, and have managed to nearly decimate the population. Enter Gavin Rowan, a cursed Rakshasa who believes he is a Light One. He feels all his Rakshasa urges to kill, but has been cursed to protect the Light Ones instead. Throw Sydney Amataya into the mix. She is a Chala--except she doesn't know it. At least not until Gavin saves her from a Rakshasa attack and then declares her as his mate...

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What's next?


 Speaking of Gavin from Of Love and Darkness, you'll finally get to find out his and Sydney's fate this summer! Prisoner of Fate, the third book in the Twisted Fate series, comes out in July. I'm so excited!

 Okay, so the book is actually Lily's story (she makes her rather shocking appearance during Mardi Gras in the second book, Prim and Proper Fate), but her story revolves around Gavin and Sydney's HEA. In fact, their happily ever after sort of hinges on Lily's choices in Prisoner of Fate. Maybe I shouldn't include 'sort of', because, yeah ... There are definitely a lot of moving pieces in this chess board of a finale to the series. And as you read this newsletter, I am buried in edits and probably drinking copious amounts of wine because OMG, the end of a series is always so *hard*. I want everything to wrap up in a nice, tight, perfectly symmetrical bow, yet, truthfully, I don't want to say goodbye to these characters! 

 So yeah, that's what's next ... saying goodbye to the characters in the Twisted Fate series. Sniff, sniff.

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 Prisoner of Fate - coming in July!














Brandon Haines hates Fates. As far as he’s concerned, they serve no good purpose. Even Prim. She’s sex and candy walking, and he may not be able to get her out of his head, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to do anything about it. Except now Gavin Rowan’s curse has been lifted, and Prim is the only one who can re-curse him. Otherwise, Brandon’s whole damn species will be annihilated...

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The year is 1512. Shapeshifter Xander Wulf believes that to kill a Lightbearer is to inherit her magic. If only he can find one... And then he does -- but he doesn’t kill Sabine Flemming. For the first time he suspects killing her isn’t how he can gain her magic. He just needs to eliminate James Bennett, King of the Lightbearers—who wants to mate with Sabine—so he can prove his new theory.

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 He’s her enemy, her fated mate, her darkest desire -- and her only savior from the encroaching danger.  Lose yourself in high action, sizzling romance, forbidden attraction, and burning love scenes that will leave you gasping for more.


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