Dalia Davies

Tell me you wouldn’t leave Earth behind for the promise of a utopian life with an alien mate. I dare you. The Agency plays matchmaker for women willing to travel across two galaxies to a planet in desperate need of them. Too bad I had to sell my soul to get on that ship. When the Sian envoy arrived on Earth willing to trade almost anything for the one thing they need, I knew I wanted an alien of my own, and Richter… he’s perfect. The Agency has requirements I couldn’t meet without help, and the organization that falsified my records wants information in return. Those records might be the reason Richter isn’t the accountant I’d been matched with. If he was, I’d have been able to bore my handler back on Earth until they gave up on me. Instead, he’s a part of the Shadow Zone Brotherhood. The paramilitary group tasked with protecting their world from the monstrous creatures that wiped out the female population three decades ago has plenty of secrets I could send back through the comm channels. And even though he wasn’t supposed to be mine, now that the bond’s in place, no one can take him away from me. The man who should have been my mate is determined to try.

The creature in the castle lusts for more than blood. And what he has to offer in return is as soft as velvet and as hard as steel.

Deck the Halls with Mirth & Mischief When I said I'd sell my soul for a lump of coal on Christmas Eve, I wasn't serious... not really. But the strange shadow that has always lived behind my mirrors doesn't get the joke. Now, I'm at the mercy of Klaus's bargain until I can bring him twelve increasingly ridiculous gifts (why are most of them birds?). But the creature that lurks in his domain wants something more... something infinitely more delicious. Please check tags and TW/CWs

Old gods play their games & mortals lose. I made my bargain with the god of spring, but the Power only works in the mortal realm... it can't protect me from summer's cruel vengeance. To prove my worth, I’ll play her games. To keep my Easter Bunny, I’d sacrifice anything but the child I’ve yet to bear. To save my life, Jack will make any deal he has to. Sex is the old gods’ favourite currency. I only hope their price is one I can pay.

The man who holds the Power, rules the Valley. But I won’t let him rule me. To get out from under his thumb, I’ll make a bargain with the old gods. I’d sell my soul to be free of him. But the goddess of spring offers me a deal that feels too much like a reward to be safe. And when I’m delivered into the hands of her son, I start to wonder if I want to be free at all. Never make deals with the devil, or the old gods. Please check tags and TW/CWs

Are you feeling lucky? My father disappeared into the old gods’ realm more than a year ago… and even though I hate him, my family needs him back. Getting into the Leprechaun’s domain means chasing rainbows. Gaining my father’s freedom means making a bet with a god who thinks he can break me. But when my bet is placed and his games begin, I start to wonder if he wants me to lose at all. Railed by the Leprechaun is a monster romance and is darker in tone than most of the other books in this series. Please read the CW/TWs.

Pearl doesn’t know what she’s forgotten, but she knows there’s only one place to find her memories.The Tooth Fairy trades in parts and pieces of mortal bodies, and Pearl offers all her teeth to learn what she’s lost. But the Tooth Fairy doesn’t have her memories and finding them comes at a different Time.Every second she spends with the Tooth Fairy, Pearl’s resolve weakens. And when her memories are finally in reach, she has to make a choice between her past… and the future she could have with her god.The body remembers what the mind forgets.Railed by the Tooth Fairy is a sapphic Choose-Your-Own-Ending monster romance.

Calico & Minx have been in the old gods realm longer than any other unbound mortal. When a primary god decides they've outworn their welcome, their time starts to run out.One last Yule is all they get... they're going to get the most out of it.Railed by the Yule Cat is a Sapphic Monster Romance please check CW/TWs at the beginning of the book.

Ashes to ashes, lust to lust. Two hundred years ago, in a frantic fit of grief, my mother stole a piece of Death and bound me to the old god to keep me safe. Two hundred years ago, my own grief had driven me to say things I didn’t mean, but can’t take back. And yet… Time heals all wounds. And I’m drawn to the dying for a mere glimpse of him. But I’m tired, and lonely, and when I finally decide enough is enough—it uncovers a jealous and possessive streak I hadn’t known existed. He wants his ring finger back—returning it is akin to a divorce in the old gods’ realm—and I want what I should have taken centuries ago, even if he’s determined to make me see the worst of him.

GODS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN Diyo might be the god of pleasure, but I’ve got a corner on that market too. I work for cash, not bargains. For the right person and the right price, I’ll do just about anything to make you happy—make your life easier. Too bad my latest client decides my happiness—my freedom—is his to steal. A boot to the chest, a tumble down a well, and I’m stuck in the old gods’ realm unless I make a bargain with the one being in either of our realms who’s better at what I do than I am. Too bad I can’t trust the old god to give without demanding to take as well.

Good Girls Go To Hell For the last twelve years, I’ve spent All Hallows Eve hunting the Devil on a dance floor suspended over the pit of hell. Those of us considered saints dress in our funereal best and are transported into the hands of sinners disguised as devils. We are their only hope for absolution. One kiss can seal two fates, for a saint’s lips will save the sinner. But the Devil lurks among the dancers, and his kiss will damn even the most innocent. This year, I plan to make him mine. The Dame & The Devil is a monstrous Halloween novella. ALWAYS CHECK CWs/TWs AT FRONT OF BOOK

Falling in love is a variable none of us can control. When Jessica Ardem is offered an impossible to obtain round trip ticket to Isia, she jumps at the chance to finally study some of the planet’s fauna in person. After all, how can a xenobiologist do her job when she’s stuck on Earth? But when she arrives and is delivered to the Sian man studying the deadly creatures that roam the Shadow Zone, all of her priorities shift. Learning about the man she’s getting far too close to could break her heart if she doesn’t want to break the terms of her contract. Trench applied for a bondmate once. It went badly enough he swore he’d never try again. An outpost full of dead things is no place for a human woman. Until the Saints send him one who fits too perfectly. Jessica attacks their problem in ways that fascinate him, but she’s going back to Earth at the end of her three month contract. He can’t keep her, but maybe they can pretend for what little time they have. There’s nothing imaginary about what he feels for her. There’s nothing make-believe about the way she reacts to him. They’re both smart enough to know giving into their desires is guaranteed to end badly, but some needs defy logic.

Love isn’t finite. Grief only fades. Danger is inescapable. Is a second chance worth the risk? Dancing is my life. I love it more than anything on this planet. Maybe that’s a lie I tell myself to keep the longing at bay. On Isia, the women who work at Margot’s can do as much or as little as they like with the Sian men who come in to learn how to please their future human mate. I’m the only exception to that rule. The Agency is careful to tiptoe around the risks with traveling to Isia for alien mate. I’ve been here long enough, I thought I knew them all. My first bondmate was murdered—an event I almost didn’t survive. Bonding again… that’s a risk I don’t think I’m willing to take. But I am tempted. D is the only man I’ve let get close enough to touch me since my bondmate died. And I count the days between his visits. He’s the only one who has ever tempted me. The only one who gets my time. And all he wants to do is talk, and sleep. I’ve learned as little as I can about him, because longing is as close as I’ll let myself get to losing him. But keeping myself in the dark, where only he can see me with his strange crystal ball eyes, puts me directly in the path of men who want him dead. They want me to do it, and they know enough of my past to be dangerous.

All Mariah has ever wanted was for Christmas to go back to the way it was when she was a kid, before demons took over the holiday. And if you can’t beat them… join them. All it took to work her way into position as his right-hand woman, was a contract promising him her downfall and the surety that he’d jump at the idea of “marrying” the real Santa’s daughter off to one of his underlings. She chose her demon carefully, but when Christmas Eve arrives and her cocoa tastes of mistletoe, there’s no chance it wasn’t poisoned. While her fiance and her ho ho ho of a best friend celebrate her demise, Mariah only has one option left to get what she wants for Christmas. The “Misses Clause” was a last resort. What she’s about to ask for is bound to put her on the naughty list… and Santa is bound to put her on her back.

Miracles Require Sacrifice. I know the rules of the Devil’s dance. I’ve twirled through his ballroom eight times before, but this All Hallows Eve, I can’t be a sinner’s absolution. There’s only one way to buy a miracle from God, and my sister needs it badly. For her, I’ll risk descending beneath the Devil’s cathedral to find the one thing I could trade for a dying girl’s life. Getting to the Devil’s halo is easier than it should be. Escaping the demon who guards it once he’s caught me is another thing altogether. Especially when I start to like the sweet agony of defeat. But the broken halo glows on its plinth as a constant reminder that I can’t stay. Escape him. Get the halo. Cross the fields of the damned. Slip past the vulture demons… climb to heaven. It’s only impossible if I don’t try.

I do what the good girls don’t… It has been over two decades since I’ve been pulled to the Devil’s dance floor on All Hallows Eve. This time I am a sinner, disguised as a devil and wrapped in a cage only a saint’s lips can unlock. I accepted my fate the moment I signed the divorce papers. My crimes were worth the punishment. The world above holds the punishment of the living, below the payment owed to the Devil. God’s rules are strict, but the games of her creatures aren’t fair. Could salvation come from the damned? The Devil isn’t the only angelic being dancing over the Pit this All Hallows Eve and the angel that steals me away into the Devil’s palatial home has one demand: Obey. Perhaps my heavenly host has sins of his own…. The Flame & The Fallen is a monstrous novella. ALWAYS CHECK CWs/TWs AT FRONT OF BOOK