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After a life of hiding and laying low so as not to end up trapped in the Underworld, that's exactly where Reagan finds herself. It could be worse, though. She could've had a hostile father as her jailor instead of a man eager to teach her magic. She might've been trapped with someone other than the steadfast Druid. She could've gone her whole life without riding a dragon! When push comes to shove, maybe the Underworld isn't so bad. Or maybe Lucifer is doing what he does best—deceiving her to get what he wants.

“Why am I naked and tied to a chair?” Because you’re in Hell, little rebel. My hell. Camillia De la Croix isn’t human. She’s a Halfling Hell Fae with a fiery spirit and a will that refuses to break. The rebellious beauty escaped my dungeon. Fled Hell. Then f--ked off to Fae only knows where. Now I’m paying the price of her little jaunt around the fae realms. Because her antics earned us both the wrath of the Hell Fae King. He blames me for allowing her to escape.

Layla is my crown, my purpose, the sheer essence of life. She’s the key. The key to unlocking the darkness in my soul. There is no reform. No restitution. Only retaliation and fear. I’ll decorate my throne with the broken wings of my enemies. Their blood will run like a river, a red carpet at my feet. The games have just begun. The players have been cast. And in this world of darkness and sin, all will bow to their king.

Monsters don't hide in the dark. When I met Damian Di Santo in a dark corridor of my family home I knew he was a monster. I was a scared girl. He was already a man. That was when his twisted countdown began. Marked by dead roses and sharp thorns, eight years passed each bringing me closer to becoming his. Until the eve of my eighteenth birthday. That was the night he returned to claim me.

Lisa and her husband Graham's hilarious trip saw them buying snacks from "voodoo vendors" in Taiwan, almost drowning off a Philippine beach, stumbling across "death porn" in Thailand and meeting The Bogeyman in a Pushkar restaurant. While abroad they contracted a serious case of travel seekness - an irresistible urge to go in search of places to be, people to see and strange stuff to eat - which compelled them to do World Heritage Shites in Egypt, evade Guinness-swigging swingers in a Dublin pub and fly to Cuba with a suspected terrorist.

They call me Anvil. It's not my real name, but that's what it feels like when my meaty fist comes down on you if you misbehave in the road house where I work. I've seen some crazy stuff as a bouncer. I thought I'd seen it all. But I've never seen anything like her. Just one look and I knew my life was never going to be the same. She's sweet, innocent, and looking for trouble. She found it. I'm big and mean and more trouble than she ever imagined. I'm going to mess up all her carefully laid plans. And I'm going to make her mine.

I'm a prisoner. A pet. A being of supreme power on a leash. Why? Because my arranged mate borrowed my power and nearly killed the House of Gold and Garnets King. Oh, he knew I was innocent. Just like his successor King Kaspian does as well. But that hasn't lessened my sentence; it's simply made my prison cell a little more comfortable. Because instead of bars, I'm stuck in one of the new kings bedrooms. And he's tasked three immensely handsome mercenaries to guard me.