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Last week, I inherited every cent of the multi-billion-dollar Le Spyre estate. But tequila is far easier to swallow than the coincidence of my beloved grandmother’s death. I’m over this supernatural game, yet walking away from Kyros isn't simple with the damn mate thing on the cards. The Indebted need my help. My grandmother deserves justice. And, uhm, the third blood exchange did something to me. It's official. I’m done playing by paranormal rules. I’m making my own - and playing to win. Because if I enter Ingenium on my terms, there's no turning back.

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.

After discovering the rightful heir to the Phaetyn, an alliance with the healers should be easy as pancakes. But while the armies of Verald and Gemond march to the border for war, the emperor delivers a crushing blow that threatens to put everything at risk. As I fight my father’s staggering power, I’m compelled to face evil on his terms. A twisted darkness worse than anything I’ve experienced. Nothing could’ve prepared me for this. How far would you go to defeat a merciless sovereign?

I will never be controlled again. A manipulative dragon shifter. A sexy phaetyn prince. Me? I shouldn’t even exist. With peace established in Verald, I should be free; Lord Tyrrik is liberated from his blood oath, after all. But the freedom in Verald is an illusion. If I remain, destruction will surely follow. As soon as I come into my powers, the blood-thirsty emperor of Draecon will know. Even now, he is hunting me. When a Phaetyn prince arrives promising safety, the solution seems perfect. A little too perfect. But is the objective of our group security or something more?

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.

Fantasy of Freedom is the final action-packed title in the Tainted Accords series. This is the heaviest the veil has ever felt. But I am the strongest I have ever been. The veil is nothing. A part of me knew when I was taken from Osolis that when I returned - if I lived long enough to return - I would carry death and destruction to her doorstep. That is the irony of peace. It comes only after war. Warning: cliff-hanger ending. Recommended for mature young adults.

Stuck in the lethal Outer Rings of Glacium, I must fight to survive. And not just that; my true identity must remain the gravest of secrets. No one can find out I'm the Tatuma of Osolis - the princess of their enemy world - especially now I know why I've been veiled my entire life. I have to believe I can do it, because only then can I continue the search for Prince Kedrick's murderer and navigate my way back to King Jovan's castle.

I’m Tempest Corentine—21, single, and already dreading the next 21 years. Except one month ago, the impossible happened. I formed a magical bond with someone I’ve never met. The link appeared in my darkest moment, and finding this person is my sole purpose.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.