Alicia’s sweet friend, Cassie, who never thought of anyone as being a stranger, rushed up to Halloran and kneed him in the groin. The big bad dragon shifter cried out, clutched his crotch, and fell...

What did Isabelle want?” Jace asked.Alec hesitated. “Isabelle says the Queen of the Seelie Court has requested an audience with us.””Sure,” said Magnus. “And Madonna wants me as a backup dancer on her next world...

Fabulous” Jack said, reaching down and plucking a crimson flower. A small scream sounded from it as he severed the stem. He smiled maliciously, then started stomping with abandon through the beds of blossoms, a...

Becoming a fae leader? Not on my bucket list.

We come together, we create our families, we chose our mates out of the desire to form a life together. Love takes many forms, wears many faces, but when it’s real, when it touches your...

Chase away sorrow by living

Cassie spoke up, ‘He is like Peter Pan and the Lost Boys.’ …Tameron said, ‘No one is lost here. And we have just as many girls, well, maybe not as many as we have boys,...

I will love you forever,” I murmured, and he stroked the hair off of my forehead.I will hold you to that.” His face was grim and his voice was sober—hetouched my handprint of chaos as...

Unseelie dreams make unseelie fae.

I can’t let it happen. I can’t risk it. I have to protect you, and I will. With every breath in me, I will.

In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue and white;Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,Buckled below fair knighthood’s bending knee;Fairies use flower for their charactery.

Catch me, Seth,” she invited.He paused.”Faeries chase,” he said, an then , with a flirtatious smile, he turned away, but before he could take a second step, she was behind him, arms around him, lips...

Well, than that solves it. I’m not a faery, so I’ll just go back to sleep, and you won’t come to see me anymore.” It nearly killed her to say it even in a dream.”I...

You’re here!” She repeated, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legsaround his hips. He’d dropped his bags as she’d ran, and now he cupped her bottom in his large hands…His heart gave a...

Your American fairytales end that way. Real fairytales end in blood or tears.

When I’m gone, time won’t change. It will pass the way it always has. I’ve seen it happen. People always move on. You will find your mate. You will move on then I’ll be nothing...

This is beautiful.” Eugenie ran her fingers along a massive mahogany sideboard, on the top of which rested a red velvet sash with fine embroidery on it and, on top of the sash, a silver...