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There’s safe. There’s dangerous. And then there’s Ryker Dane. Most men can walk the line between light and dark. They know when to stop, when to let go. Ryker? He was never one of them. I knew from the start that he was the kind of man you stay far away from. Silent. Ruthless. Cold as the steel he carried under his jacket. The problem? I didn’t want to stay away. For fans of dangerous love, anti-heroes who live by their own rules, and the women who bring them to their knees.

There’s chasing the truth. There’s hunting down a story. And then there’s walking straight into a war. Marcus Dane is not a man to be investigated. He’s the shadows in a city full of secrets. Silent. Unforgiving. The kind of danger that doesn’t make noise until it’s too late. I came to Charleston for answers. The explosion at Folly Beach Pier was no accident, and I’m going to prove it. My editor says to be smart, to keep my distance. But that’s hard to do when Marcus keeps showing up—shoving me against walls, growling threats in my ear, daring me to dig too deep. The real problem?

I came to Charleston for music, not men. This city is just another stop on my way to something bigger. A few months of playing, then I’m gone. No attachments. No complications. Then I see him. Atlas Dane. Silent. Watchful. Built like a warrior, dressed like a king. He doesn’t belong at an event like this, hulking in a tuxedo while I play for people who sip champagne and pretend they understand Bach. But he’s not pretending. He watches my hands like he already knows what they can do. He speaks in low, measured words that make my breath catch. And when I trip—because I always do—he’s there.

When a banshee-blooded outlaw is snatched in a crowded inn, she becomes leverage in a legal battle amongst the Valariels of Sanctaris. Bindings hold her between life and death, and rival orders contest her fate. The Justarin demands custody while others fight to spare her.

When a banshee-blooded outlaw is snatched in a crowded inn, she becomes leverage in a legal battle amongst the Valariels of Sanctaris. Bindings hold her between life and death, and rival orders contest her fate. The Justarin demands custody while others fight to spare her. Zaras, a battle-worn elf turned bounty hunter who nearly captured her, wakes in rioting Nocturnis, stabbed and choking on sewage. Auralon, exhausted from purging plagues, returns to Sanctaris to find the girl cocooned in spell-thread as his mentor faces a trial mired in politics.

For a thousand years the Starlit Covenant has ruled the galaxy, demanding obedience in the name of peace. Kael Vallen believed in their oath and their promise of light, until as an idealistic recruit in the Corps the war forced him to face the horrors of genocide and choose between loyalty to the Stars or defending those who cannot defend themselves.

Thomas Cromwell started as a scrappy blacksmith’s son from Putney. Before he became the King’s right-hand man, Cromwell was a soldier, a merchant, and (allegedly) a bit of a dodgy dealer. By the time Henry VIII noticed him, he’d already survived Italy, bankruptcy, and at least one attempt on his life. Somehow, he ended up masterminding the greatest religious upheaval England had ever seen.