Devi holds the power of all elements in her grasp. Vale can manipulate the minds of those who oppose him. They won’t be enough. The bastard son of the last overking has moved to take the throne ruling over the entire Isle, and no army, no power can hope to win against his forces. They have but one option: claim the frostbound throne. Song of Heaven and Ice will complete the Frostbound Throne trilogy.

Not Quite the Fairy Tale is a series of paranormal romance written for a mature audience. Expect adult language and naughty stuff. Each book is a stand alone. Aurora Stephenson is the ultimate Lady, the picture of grace and perfection. She’s distant, detached, and consequently, no one thinks she has a heart. They’re wrong. For years, she’s cared for, cared about one person beyond anyone else. Nevermind the fact that King Rupert isn’t exactly what one would call alive. He's slept for a hundred years, and nothing can awake him... or so Aurora thinks.

Hunter Hart, ex-Head Enforcer of the Vergas pack, lives on borrowed time. After betraying his family, he needs to get out of the country, or die. But there’s one thing he intends to do, dangerous as it is. Meet his niece, Lola. But when his wolf sees the woman who takes care of the child, walking away becomes much harder.

Not every princess are destined for a happily ever after. Some must suffer, rise and rule. Before she became the cold, calculating unseelie queen, Shea was a young woman, awoken in the middle of the night by guards, daggers in hands. Betrayed by her own father, she’s forced to make her own way, and carve her destiny. Note that this is a prequel.

Rain's family has summoned her and if she doesn't turn up, they intend to use her little sister in a dangerous ritual. Rain know she can handle the magic. The problem is extracting herself from New Orleans afterwards. Luckily, the alpha female of the Wyvern Pride owes her a favour or ten. When Luke is sent to Nola as one of Rain's bodyguard, his instincts tell him that the witch is far more powerful than she appears to be. One ritual goes wrong, showing him just how right he was.

They’ve escaped the destruction of the Court of Night, only to find greater perils awaiting them. A demon has long watched in the shadows, biding his time. Now he’s ready to strike, and the likelihood that Devi and Vale can stop him is close to nil. There is only one hope… Court of Sin isn’t suitable for sensitive readers.

Nedar is recovering from a ruthless famine stealing the breath away from the young and old. King Divine had dragged them from the dismal fate of starvation, but had found himself in a new field of desolation. A perpetual storm of frost loomed ahead and inched forward; the river dividing Nedar from the Frostbound region was the sole barrier between them and the chill’s apathetic touch. No one would survive the frost as it decimated the last few crops digging their way out of the harsh dirt. King Divine is growing older and must name a successor swiftly, and there is only one that he trusts more than himself. His daughter Clemency Divine, a charismatic optimist, already won the heart of the masses with her kindness. She reluctantly will fight for the title from her brother Konadrin- a warmongering brute only wishing to wreak havoc on those who stand in the way of expansion. In Nedar, to become a royal one must undertake a series of trials testing mental and physical prowess. Their brother perished attempting the same trials a year earlier. King Divine offered an immense fortune to those who would watch the trails while she took the five day journey to the Temple. Several adept venturers took the offer. Despite the pressure amounting, she had faith she could mend the damage. However, a nightmare stalked her amidst the haze of the frigid fog. It has seen her bright silhouette with its hollow eyes. Deep down where a soul once resided, it felt Clemency’s blood coursing through her. The animosity enveloped her soul and threatened to smother the fire burning within her. Will she scorch the hand closing in or be snuffed out like a candle? The stalker walked in her shadow for too long. It would see the light again even if it had to cut her down. Mercy is for those not dragged down by the crown.