Another Dragon Fantasy for everyone who fell in love with the Dragon Lore Series. A dragon shifter stirs and wakens in a cave beneath Inverness, deep in the Scottish Highlands. The cave’s the same and his hoard intact, yet something’s badly amiss. Determined to set whatever’s gone wrong to rights, Lachlan Moncrieffe ventures above ground—and wishes he hadn’t. His castle’s gone, replaced by ungainly row houses. Men aren’t wearing plaids, and women scarcely wear anything at all, particularly the woman who accosts him with unseemly banter. What manner of wench is she to dress so provocatively? In Inverness for a year on a psychiatry fellowship, Dr. Maggie Hibbins watches an oddly dressed man pick his way out of a heather and gorse thicket. Even though it runs counter to her better judgment, she teases him about his strange attire. He looks so lost—and so unbelievably, knock-out gorgeous —she takes a chance and stands him a meal. Lachlan’s shock when he picks up a local newspaper at a pub is so palpable, Maggie jumps in with both feet. She knew something was off, but the hard-to-accept truth bashes gaping holes in her equilibrium. He looks odd, sounds odd, acts odd because he’s a refugee from another era. Her half-baked seduction scheme takes a hike, but her carefully constructed life is still about to change forever. Born of powerful witches, Maggie runs headlong into the myth and magic that are her birthright. PRAISE FOR THE DRAGON LORE SERIES: “That was SPECTACULAR! I LOVED every part of this prequel in the Dragon Lore series. I love the blend of ancient and modern Celtic and other culture's gods/goddesses and mythology.” Goodreads review “Oh wow what a great new paranormal series. It's got dragons, selkies, gods, mages. And more!” Goodreads review “Ann Gimpel did it again. roped me in with a single book into another series!!” Goodreads review “If you love anything dealing with Celtic myths then this is the series for you!!!!! I just found this wonderful author by accident, but it was one of the best things to fall into!!!” Fans of the following books and series are known to enjoy this epic, Celtic fantasy series: a kingdom of exiles a shade of vampire academy of magic dragon's gift accidentally in love attack by magic dragon's gift awakening dragon born in fire burning tower call of the dragon choose love covert fae crime of magic dragon's gift crimes against magic dark stranger the dream darkness bound dragons of the darkblood secret society druid enforcer ghostwater goddesss choice golden age greyriver shifters hotbloods hour of darkness house of darken iron and magic jinn's dominion junkyard druid Kate Daniels’ Magic Series master of magic dragon's gift natural mage natural witch obsidian son raised in fire rogues of magic shadow keeper shadow kissed space knight 4 twisted fate unchained undercover magic dragon's gift war god's mantle wheel of time wild hunger Keywords related to this epic urban fantasy series: Time-travel, Time travel romance, Fantasy Books, Witches, Epic Sagas, Epic Urban Fantasy series, Werewolves and Shifters, Dystopian, Post-apocalyptic, Animals & Nature, Popular Series, Paranormal Fantasy Books, Top Rated Books, Tricks, Fantasy Omnibus, Epic of Gilgamesh, Spells & Charms, Romance Books, Wizards, Fantasy Romance Books, Essential Reads, Epic Fantasy, Omnibus Bundle, Paranormal Romance Series, Adventure Books, Mythology and Folklore, Celtic gods, Top Rated Fantasy Collection With dragons And Shapeshifters, Dragons, Fantasy Bundle, Heroine, Supernatural and Occult, Sword And Sorcery, Shifter Romance, Historical Paranormal Romance Series, Fantasy Stories, Shifter Series, Fantasy, Shifter Omnibus, Best Rated Omnibus, Omnibus Collection, Paranormal Romance Books, Magical Adventures.

Sometimes the things that keep us safe hold us captive. She longs for a better future. Avery Tanglewood has had enough of rearranging her life for the sake of others. After years of prioritizing her family over herself, she’s ready to strike out on her own, even if she’s not sure what she wants to do with her life. If only she was brave enough to face the backlash the truth will bring. He’s a prisoner of the past. For hundreds of years, Xavier has used his dragon magic to protect his Highland clan inside a pocket of space called the builgean. Thanks to his unique magical abilities, generations have enjoyed peace and prosperity while cut off from the modern world. But when a fairy trickster captures him and claims his throne, his refuge becomes his prison. Can they free each other from the chains that bind? Avery agrees to journey into the builgean to persuade Xavier to help with the crisis in Paragon, but she finds a mysterious stranger in his place—a problematic complication, considering she can’t leave the pocket without Xavier’s assistance. Worse, although she finds the missing dragon, he refuses to return to the outside world without winning back his land and his clan. And the longer Avery spends in Xavier’s world, the harder it is to remember why she should return to her own. * * * Topics: dragon shifter romance series, paranormal romance dragon shifters, romantic fantasy dragon shifters, fantasy romance, romance fantasy, dragon shifters, shapeshifter romance series, witch romance series, paranormal romance witches, romantic fantasy witches, fantasy romance witches, romance saga, romantic suspense, romance series, romantic family saga, new release, shapeshifter romance with sex, romance ebook, top romance reads, bestselling, contemporary fantasy in Scotland, urban fantasy in Scotland, Highlanders, HEA, Genevieve Jack, Genevieve Jack dragons, magic, love, strong heroine, alpha hero, steamy romance, emotional romance, new adult paranormal romance, forbidden romance, romance fiction, top ebooks in romance, top ebooks in paranormal, romance books, romance, award winning romance Perfect for fans of Alisa Woods, Christine Feehan, Jessie Donovan, M. Flynn, Mac Flynn, Thea Harrison, Gena Callahan, Milly Weaver, J.K. Harper, Anna Craig, Michelle M. Pillow, Mandy M. Roth, JR Ward, Kresley Cole, Ilona andrews, Jayne faith, Renee Rose, Vanessa Vale, Brenda K Davies, Layla Nash, Sherilee Gray, Abigail Owen, Donna Grant, Terry Bolryder, T. S. Joyce, Zoe Chant, Charlene Hartnady, Eve Langlais, Evangeline Anderson, Milly Taiden, Alexandra Ivy,

Howell delivers a passionate medieval Scottish tale in which a laird must choose between avenging his father's death and surrendering to the passion he finds in the arms of his enemy's daughter. Original.

Another Dragon Fantasy for everyone who fell in love with the Dragon Lore Series and my other dragon-saturated books. Rowan hasn’t made a dent in coming to terms with her black-to-his bones dragon father when she gets pregnant. The dragon-child isn’t even here yet, but everyone’s already fighting over his future. The third (and last) book in a magic-laced, fast-paced, fantasy trilogy. With dragons. I’m being pulled nine ways at once. Brand new mating. Brand new pregnancy. Stronger magic than I’m used to. The Nine Worlds are failing. Rot that began on Earth has spread to Vanaheim. Odin knows more than he’s telling us, and no one has any interest in working together. The only thing everybody has in common is a sudden, weird fascination with my baby. The dragons want him raised on Fire Mountain. The Celts want us in Inverlochy Castle with them. Hel hasn’t weighed in, but I bet she’d like to see her grandson in Niflheim where she can dandle him on her knees every day. If it weren’t for the catastrophe looming over our heads, Bjorn and I would escape to a distant borderworld and never look back. It’s always an option. Good to preserve as many of those as possible Keep your fingers crossed for me. And my son. See you on the other side.

Urban fantasy and slow burn romance wrapped into a serial that will keep you up reading long into the night. Over a thousand pages of pure delight. Strange bedfellows rock worlds. Court of Rogues Reluctant recruit to the nines, I became Faery’s regent by default. Sure, I was next in line for the throne, but I never believed Oberon and Titania were gone for good until first a decade rolled by, and then two, and then ten. They’ll never be back, and the land is mourning. Or pissed. It’s hard to tell which, and I’m not sure what difference it makes. I split my time between Faery and Earth searching for a way to mend the rift that’s killing my realm. I haven’t made much progress. Time is running through the glass, mocking my paltry efforts. A sultry Witch is barely a blip on the radar. So what if she counts cards in the casino I run on Earth and makes my pit boss a little nuts? Out of the blue, she spits out the unbelievable, and I discover she’s not a Witch after all. A glamour hid her Fae-Sidhe blood so well, she’d fooled me. Her mixed blood is an affront. By rights, I should haul her before the Court to face justice. She understood the chance she took revealing herself to me, and her offer to join forces is tempting, but it could cost me my throne. Some risks are worth the price. If I cross the line, there’ll be no going back. Midnight Court My days as Faery’s reluctant regent have crashed and burned. Either I left the land to rot in a squalid soup of broken promises, or I destroyed her enemies one by one. No choice there. Not really. I’d known some of those “enemies” since childhood, which was centuries ago. They say familiarity breeds contempt. In my case it bred sorrow as I consigned Fae who’d been friends to eternal destruction and fed them to the land. Dariyah, the Witch-who-wasn’t-one, crossed my path for reasons I’m still figuring out. Her long-lost mother presided over one of Faery’s many dirty secrets, the Midnight Court. Some like to believe Fae blood is pure. It’s not. We and the Sidhe are joined at the hip, and the Midnight Court was once a living symbol of our bond. Court of the Fallen Faery has changed so much I barely recognize her. The worst part is I didn’t see this coming. A few minor skirmishes, sure, but the Unseelie fielded tens of thousands against us. The King of Winter is finally exacting revenge against the consort who spurned him. The rest of us are collateral damage. He played his hand well, attracted powerful allies, and punted us into a definite one-down position. For the moment. Pegasus is the king’s primary ally. I possess knowledge that will blow their partnership sky high. And proof in case neither of them believes me. Timing is everything, though. We must wrest Faery from the enemy. I finally hold the land link, but success is far from a foregone conclusion. More blood will flow before we’re done. Buckets of the stuff, but I can’t let that stop me. Court of Destiny Faery’s castle lies in ruins, a reflection of the rest of a land I love. My land, my realm, has altered almost beyond recognition. The part that hasn’t changed is the incredible people and creatures who live in Faery. Unicorns. Fauns. Satyrs. Fae. Sidhe. Their spirits have been indomitable, and it makes me proud to call them brothers. But then, the Unseelie used to be brethren too. Now they stand against us along with a collection of monsters intent on sucking every last breath of life from Faery. The worst part about all of this has been not knowing whom I can call friend. As we lurch into the endgame, my life, soul, and fortunes are linked with the woman I love. We rise—or fall—together. If it comes down to a gut-wrenching choice, will I pick Faery or Dariyah?

Fitting in has never been in the cards. Not part of the hand Fate dealt me. My superpower is animals, magical and otherwise. They adore me. Birds and insects too. Back when the Celts still roamed the Highlands, I begged them to shed light on how I came to be since my power is unique. You can guess how well that went. They’re a taciturn, entitled lot. I didn’t shed a single tear when they packed up and left Earth. Other mages don’t care for me. They don’t trust my one-of-a-kind magic. On my more generous days I don’t blame them. For now, I run a tiny private investigator shop in the Scottish Highlands. Mortals are quick to hire me because I always solve their problems. Using magic is cheating, but they’ll never find out. Most days, it’s a delicate dance. If I get lucky, no other mage has it in for me. But I’m still stuck hanging onto enough of a glamour to fool mortals. Occasionally, I want to pack it all in and vanish to…well, to somewhere else. No one to blame but myself when my life skids off the rails.

If this were a normal nightmare, I’d wake up, dust myself off, and forge a path. Nightmare, yes. Normal, not so much. After the world imploded, none of the usual rules applied. They say finding your roots is freeing. In my case, it was like nailing a coffin shut. Everyone has a few rotten relatives. Mine created me to serve their purposes millennia ago. Except nobody bothered to tell me, not until my world shattered. When I rebelled, they labeled me extraneous, so now I’m on the lookout for them along with every other evil thing that’s risen to populate Earth. All the mortals seem to be dead. In theory, those like me, mages, survived, but outside our small group, we haven’t stumbled on any of them beyond a lone skinwalker. Rhys is a bright spot. Who’d have thought I’d find love amidst the ashes of civilization. Sometimes, I want to cling to him and run away, but Earth needs us. And there it is. Along with love, I’m coming into the full extent of my power. The more I push it, the brighter it burns. We tried to alter the cataclysm that ended everything. It didn’t work, but we haven’t given up. Between Rhys and an eldritch griffon tasked with protecting me long before my birth, we’ll tackle my masters. Everything points to them blowing up the world. If we could figure out why, we might turn the tides in our favor.

I like things neat, so shoot me. Or poison me. Or run me through with a broadsword. Doesn’t matter how you try to end me, werewolves are immortal. Back to liking things neat… I’ve been killing forever, both as a wolf and as a man. The assassin trade has always been lucrative, and, a few hundred years back, a much simpler affair. No DNA tests. No sophisticated crime labs. I didn’t have to plan the way I do today to avoid detection. Not that it would matter if I were apprehended. I’d just vanish to a borderworld for a while and resurface once the heat died down. Mostly, I deal with supernatural enemies these days. Keeps things cleaner. But this book isn’t about today. It’s about long ago. I’ve done my damnedest to instill pride and standards into the assassin trade. And bond animals. Their principles definitely add class to the mix. Building the Circle was an uphill battle. I almost gave up more times than I can count, but nothing worthwhile comes easy. The Circle of Assassins became my life’s work. Didn’t plan it that way, but life happens. Life, bloodthirsty mages, and the bond animals who adore them. Author note: This book can be read as a standalone, but for the best experience, you might want to read the first four books in this series.

Urban fantasy and slow burn romance wrapped into a serial that will keep you up reading long into the night. Strange bedfellows rock worlds. Faery’s castle lies in ruins, a reflection of the rest of a land I love. My land, my realm, has altered almost beyond recognition. The part that hasn’t changed is the incredible people and creatures who live in Faery. Unicorns. Fauns. Satyrs. Fae. Sidhe. To name but a few. Their spirits have been indomitable, and it makes me proud to call them brothers. But then, the Unseelie used to be brethren too. Now they stand against us along with a collection of monsters intent on sucking every last breath of life from Faery. The worst part about all of this has been not knowing whom I can call friend. Faery, the incarnation of the land that bears her name, recovered her body, but I don’t trust her. Our lead seer confessed her visions have been tainted. We are in the thick of things. As we lurch into the endgame, my life, soul, and fortunes are linked with the woman I love. We rise—or fall—together. If it comes down to a gut-wrenching choice, will I pick Faery or Dariyah?

If they had one of those anonymous rehabilitation programs for folks like me, my introduction would be, “Hi, I’m Shira, and I kill people.” Except rehab suggests killing people bothers me. It doesn’t. Neither am I particularly committed to anything other than not being caught. That sounded a shred on the hard-hearted side. I’m not. I’m a lot like you. I get up every morning, clean myself up, and check my phone to see what I have cooking. Everyone has a job. Mine happens to be ridding the world of people who shouldn’t be here. Not that I’m making those decisions. People hire me, and I trust they’ve done their homework. I’ve always been…different, never had a close circle of friends or even associates. Once I discovered I could do unusual things, I kept to myself. Those rare skills make me a perfect choice because I kill from a distance and leave no evidence. What I do is lucrative. I’m pretty much set even for my rather long lifetime. In theory, I could quit anytime. I say that after every job. That I should walk away, except I don’t. Tell you what. Don’t judge me, and I might spare you if your number comes up on my dance card. Deal?