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Le retrouver ou mourir. À moins que je ne trouve un moyen de déjouer le destin. Moi c'est Tempest Corentine. Vingt et un ans, célibataire, et sorcière en cavale. Après avoir grandi loin du coven, je suis forcée d'y retourner suite à la mort tragique de ma famille. Le plus étrange ? Un mois plus tôt, j'ai formé un lien magique avec un inconnu apparu dans mes heures les plus sombres. Depuis, une seule obsession me hante : le retrouver. Mais deux obstacles se dressent devant moi : 1. Il vit probablement dans les Monts Enfouis.

Élue. Accusée à tort du meurtre de mon père par son assassin. Les Cours Faes à mes trousses. Destinée à ne jamais pouvoir toucher l'homme pour qui je brûle de désir. Et ma situation n'est pas près de s'embellir... Si ma vie avait commencé à s'améliorer, ce n'est plus du tout le cas. Loin de là. Et le dernier merdier en date ? C'est la cerise sur le gâteau et le guili à la betterave ! Le père qui m'a abandonnée à la naissance est désormais mort. L'agitation règne au sein des cours assoiffées de sang.

When Mum died, I inherited a lot more than a pack of lies. I landed a $410,000 debt. Discovered her previous surname. And her real place of birth. Desperate to uncover the truth, I drive to a tiny dot on the map called Deception Valley. Coincidental name? Nope. There, I find her secret family - because she had one of those too.

Deception Valley is living up to its name. Exiled from my tribe. Living with a pack who hates me. In bed with a werewolf I can’t ignore. Things were simple when I just had to win the game. Yet now, even winning means I’ll end up the loser. Big time. The mysteries surrounding my mother might be solved, but I’m haunted by her lies and sorry end. As if walking in her footsteps, I feel a breath away from sharing her fate.

Reine des cours faes. Confrontée à une bataille impossible. Destinée à ne jamais être avec l'homme que j'aime. J'ai enfin les yeux grands ouverts. Et c'est avec horreur que je découvre que la survie de deux royaumes repose sur mes épaules après le sacrifice ultime de ma mère pour enfermer Rubezahl dans l'Autre Monde. Les humains terrifiés exigent des réponses, les rumeurs vont bon train au sein des Cours d'Été et d'Hiver, et c'est sans parler de ma belle-mère qui cherche à s'approprier le trône pour une raison surprenante... Mais c'est le cadet de mes soucis.

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.

Underhill is my ruthless mother. Her realm is my deadly home. The brutal creatures here are both foe and friend. But the group of fae that just attacked me? They’re all foe. Dragged from my game of hide-and-seek with a dragon, and my home of twenty-one years, I’m thrust into a weak, ugly realm. Earth. Something is taking the fae children of the Irish court, and an Oracle has declared I must find them. Nope. Not my problem. Bye. Except a three-year-old girl they suspect is the next Queen of All Fae was taken too.

Five years ago, my entire family was murdered, and I became mated to the demon king. One moment on Earth, and the next moment in a foreign realm filled with ruthless creatures and a savage society I didn't understand.

One hundred and fifty years ago, global warming brought humankind to the edge of extinction. In a desperate bid for survival, 4,000 genetically enhanced soldiers - the last slice of humanity - were sent to eight space stations. To serve. To protect. Then the Critamal arrived, uninvited. Waves of aliens now work to break through the Orbitos' defenses, the black-shelled creatures seeking to colonize the vacated and barren world. War is their reality. All Romy can do is fight alongside her knot and watch from the mocking midst of the stars as Earth rises and falls in the distance.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The magical tea has worn off. My eyes are wide open. And it’s with horror that I realize the fate of two realms rests on my shoulders, after my mother’s ultimate sacrifice. Rubezahl has returned far sooner than I thought possible. And not only that....He has something crucial, if we are to win. He’s taken something I cannot live without. There is no option but to race, and decipher the puzzle, to save the man I love, the friends more important to me than my own life, and humans and fae alike. Two realms. Only I can save them. We’re screwed.

Kelly: Are you sure you want a blank blurb though? Shannon: We could make it interesting. Like, we could make something up. You know, as if we were writers?

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.