Once upon a time, humankind ruled the world while lycans and vampires lived in secret. This is no longer that time. Rae Blood Day-the culmination of my training. The day I find out my fate. I will not cry. I will not beg. I will remain calm. Emotions are for the weak, and I am not weak. My name is Rae and I will survive this. But I never expected him to call my name... Kylan Someone wants to frame me for immortal insanity? Be my guest, darling. I'll just pick a fighter as my bait, a consort with a hint of defiance. And when the culprit attempts to bite, I'll be the one who bites back. Because no one touches what's mine, including the fiery redhead at my side. Welcome to Kylan City. I dare you all to come out and play. **** Oh, no. This wasn't good. I couldn't afford for Kylan to be interested, not with immortality dancing at my fingertips. You can't want me, I thought. But how did I convey that? I... I... Do something! My jaw clenched in frustration, not knowing how to stop this-him. His grip on my chin tightened painfully, his growl vibrating my chest. It took me too long to realize why, to realize what I'd done. His tongue was trapped between my teeth. I'd just bitten him. I'd just bitten a royal vampire. And not just any royal vampire, but Kylan, the oldest royal in existence.

"I'm as peaceful a man as you're likely to meet in America now, but this is about a death I may have caused. Not slowly over time by abuse or meanness but on a certain day and by ignorance, by plain lack of notice. Though it happened thirty-four years ago, and though I can't say it's haunted my mind that many nights lately, I suspect I can draw it out for you now, clear as this noon. I may need to try." Set in a summer camp in the Blue Ridge Mountains during the deceptively tranquil 1950s, The Tongues of Angels is a story of the twenty-one-year-old painting teacher, a superbly gifted boy, and their advance toward a startling fate. As the now-older man looks back at on that summer, he reflects on the meanings he thought he had learned on the threshold of manhood from the perspective of full maturity.

All I want for Christmas is to feel my legs.Because my mates broke me. After years of adoration and love-and lots of intimacy-my guys have a special holiday request. A little fae baby. Like a fool, I agree, but there's no way I can choose who gets to be the father. So, my guys have come up with a solution. A series of trials will determine who'll do the deed; namely, one in the bedroom that has me questioning if my lady parts are really up for this. Right now? Yeah, I can't feel my legs. Except one look at my mates has me caving. The idea of them as dads melts me into a puddle of Claire-goo. Even if their timing can't be worse. My dream of opening an Interrealm Fae Academy is just within reach. Then my pregnancy arrives with one hell of a twist. I'm going to have to count on my guys more than ever to get me through this mess. Wish my mates luck. They're going to need it. Because a pregnant fae with control over all five elements is a challenge unlike any they've ever faced before. Something tells me this is going to be one unforgettable holiday. Authors' Note: Elemental Fae Holiday is a standalone why-choose novel with a happily-ever-after ending. It features characters from the Elemental Fae Academy world but can be read without previous knowledge from the trilogy.

Once upon a time, humankind ruled the world while lycans and vampires lived in secret. This is no longer that time. Chastely Bitten It is my duty to obey, to give my body and blood to a vampire master until he no longer has use for me. There is no escape. Nowhere to run. Follow the rules or die. Royally Bitten Blood Day--the culmination of my training. The day I find out my fate. I will not cry. I will not beg. I will remain calm. Emotions are for the weak, and I am not weak. My name is Rae and I will survive this. But I never expected him to call my name... Regally Bitten An arranged marriage? F*ck. This. I'm an alpha female lycan. I choose my future. Not society. Not my father. And certainly not him. Welcome to the future where the superior bloodlines make the rules. Proceed at your own risk... *** "Darius," I breathed as darkness dimmed the stars. Some part of me knew we were heading down a dangerous path. I struggled to emerge enough to warn him, to beg him... "D..." My mouth felt dryer than it should. Heavy. I tried to lick my lips but couldn't move my tongue. Everything felt so much cooler than moments ago. Numb. Darius. Midnight consumed my vision as I blinked into a starless night. So alone. I always expected to die... I never expected to want to live. Until today. Until Darius inspired hope. Another cruel Vampire joke. I should have known...