She that inspires

She they desire

Should only shimmer

Like a star

Without its power

Lest starlight steals

All they are

To build her tower.

For the last week at dusk, fifteen pawns who were princes have clawed from their midnight chambers to await my declaration of purpose. A queen should have purpose, I am told. Because kings mostly do. Except this queen just wants her copper crown to stop slipping.

The truth is that discovering my purpose feels unimportant, even though I am faced with powerful kings who clamor and war and threaten me at every vulnerable turn.

And if I expected guidance from a certain seeing king? Well… I shall not dwell on loveless kings lest I enter another rage.

Forget purpose. What I must do is protect myself from kings, in heart, mind, and body. I must protect monsters, old and new, who lurk inside my walls.

A queen must learn to war.

Yet if pawns cannot teach her, who else remains? The immortal answer swims beyond a tangle of obsession, vice, and unrequited love. And if reaching that slippery answer is even possible, I cannot be certain of my ancientness to fathom it when the time comes.

*Of Brides Of Queens is a dark fantasy romance thoroughly drenched with the morally gray and intended for mature audiences. This story contains monsters with manners, heaped teaspoons of spice, magical impossibilities, and not many conventional things at all, really.

The pendant, gem, dagger, and robe of a dead woman have decided my fate.

Now over three hundred magus look to me to save them from the impossibly powerful demon king.

It’s safe to say my life took a little turn. But defeating a mere demon army would make life too simple. The demon king’s magic also permeates the knolls, driving the wedge of discord deep in the coven. So much has changed. So many are uncertain. Suspicion and uncertainty will find their target.

The burden of my secret heritage weighs heavy, and yet there’s no option but to shoulder this as I sit on a throne I never wanted. Further upheaval could see everyone around me die. Though if Wild and I can’t figure out why our mating ritual suddenly stopped, we’ll be dead before the demons even arrive.

If you can’t get enough of books by Annette Marie, Laura Thalassa, or C.N. Crawford, or just the paranormal romance genre in general, then dive into this supernatural world where the prize is love, and failure means death.

A gothic romantasy unlike any other

Five soldiers rode across the plains, At a cave they arrived.

Green light shone from far within,

So sought it, the brave five.

A pulsing power, a stone half-buried,

Beckoned, taunted, coaxed.

Til five brave men, in unison did,

Touch left hand to olden rock.

Bring. Take. Raise. Change. See.

Three princes, each, shall come to thee.

Monsters to guide kings to thrones,

To keep real monsters chained with blood and bone.

Your immortal burden cold and lonely,

Hear! Rule until the bloody finish.

For the mighty never stirred at dawn,

They burst forth at dusk,

into toothed beasts yawn.

In the 1200 years since The End, fifty mothers in my line have passed the truth to their daughters. They passed truths of how the world was, of how the world changed, and even mythical stories of powerful romances that sparked great tragedy and war.

Those romances are dead and gone, and as the fiftieth daughter, I am determined the truths of my ancestors will die with me too.

I will be the last daughter to bury her withered mother.

But ancients pull back the bloodied curtain without warning, and I cannot unsee the hidden world revealed beyond. Sinister impossibilities lurk in this walled city. They have always existed—dusk immortals who battle and prowl, filled with menace and conflicting purpose. And they, even the dark creature I blind with my presence, must decide the fate of all.

Yet fifty mothers prepared for nightfall. They knew five kings could not win.

Now the fiftieth daughter will walk into the toothed beasts yawn.

For the mighty never stirred at dawn and Im about to inherit something more monstrous than the truth.

Of Monsters Of Kings is a dark fantasy romance thoroughly drenched with the morally gray and intended for mature audiences. This story contains monsters with manners, heaped teaspoons of spice, magical impossibilities, and not many conventional things at all, really.