Do not touch the sword.Do not turn the key.Do not open the gate.In the land of the unforgiving desert, there isn’t much a girl wouldn’t do for a glass of water.Twenty-four-year-old Saeris Fane is good at keeping secrets. No one knows about the strange powers she possesses, or the fact that she has been picking pockets and stealing from the Undying Queen’s reservoirs for as long as she can remember.But a secret is like a knot.Sooner or later, it is bound to come undone.When Saeris comes face-to-face with Death himself, she inadvertently reopens a gateway between realms and is transported to a land of ice and snow. The Fae have always been the stuff of myth, of legend, of nightmares…but it turns out they’re real, and Saeris has landed herself right in the middle of a centuries-long conflict that might just get her killed.The first of her kind to tread the frozen mountains of Yvelia in over a thousand years, Saeris mistakenly binds herself to Kingfisher, a handsome Fae warrior, who has secrets and nefarious agendas of his own. He will use her Alchemist’s magic to protect his people, no matter what it costs him… or her.Death has a name.It is Kingfisher of the Ajun Gate.His past is murky.His attitude stinks.And he’s the only way Saeris is going to make it home. Be careful of the deals you make, dear child.The devil is in the details...N.B. Quicksilver contains depictions of graphic violence/adult situations and is therefore recommended for readers 17+. For a full list of tropes and TWs, please visit the author's website.

Hush, little baby, don't say a word... Will Logan choose them? Or will we watch them burn together? It's time to fuck with their minds. It's time to finish it all. It's time to paint it all red... Monsters don't usually wish for happily-ever-afters.

To understand the monsters in the world, you have to get inside their heads. It's a dangerous place to be, especially when you start to empathize and lose your own sense of morality. But that's never happened to me... I've never felt conflicted on any case. Right is right and wrong is wrong. It's simple. Black and white. There's no such thing as a gray area. But fuck this case. I don't even know what side I'm on anymore. I don't understand how this town can continue to function without breaking under the weight of all the lies they've spun and lived. Every time I find a shard of truth, my gut twists, my heart beats faster, and I hate this place a little more. Every time I think I've heard the worst, another truth is dug up from the ashes of more burning lies. Worst of all, I don't even know who to trust anymore. My head is all messed up. I pride myself on being impossible to fool. I'm an expert at knowing when someone is lying to me. I never believed in being blinded by love...until Lana. **BE WARNED: Some flashbacks can get intense to readers with a sensitive trigger. Skip the blocks in italics if that's the case.

To kill a monster, you have to be twice as monstrous. To love a monster, you have to share your soul... Logan Bennett makes me want to have a future not tainted by the constant hunger for revenge. Doesn't mean I can stop. Doesn't mean I want to stop. It just means I want more...one day. But how do you make a good man love the monster inside you without stripping his soul away as well? He is all the best parts of me right now, resurrecting bits of my heart I forgot could even exist. He makes me feel something other than cold. He also thinks I'm weak and fragile. Something I laugh about to myself, while secretly soaking in all his protectiveness and concern. If anyone touches him, harms him, or even threatens him, then they should probably run. Because his girlfriend is a little bit crazy. They just don't know it yet.

To understand the monsters in the world, you have to get inside their heads. It's a dangerous place to be, especially when you start to empathize and lose your own sense of morality. But that's never happened to me... I've never felt conflicted on any case. Right is right and wrong is wrong. It's simple. Black and white. There's no such thing as a gray area. But fuck this case. I don't even know what side I'm on anymore. I don't understand how this town can continue to function without breaking under the weight of all the lies they've spun and lived. Every time I find a shard of truth, my gut twists, my heart beats faster, and I hate this place a little more. Every time I think I've heard the worst, another truth is dug up from the ashes of more burning lies. Worst of all, I don't even know who to trust anymore. My head is all messed up. I pride myself on being impossible to fool. I'm an expert at knowing when someone is lying to me. I never believed in being blinded by love...until Lana. **BE WARNED: Some flashbacks can get intense to readers with a sensitive trigger. Skip the blocks in italics if that's the case.

Hush, little baby, don't say a word... Will Logan choose them? Or will we watch them burn together? It's time to fuck with their minds. It's time to finish it all. It's time to paint it all red... Monsters don't usually wish for happily-ever-afters.

To kill a monster, you have to be twice as monstrous. To love a monster, you have to share your soul... Logan Bennett makes me want to have a future not tainted by the constant hunger for revenge. Doesn't mean I can stop. Doesn't mean I want to stop. It just means I want more...one day. But how do you make a good man love the monster inside you without stripping his soul away as well? He is all the best parts of me right now, resurrecting bits of my heart I forgot could even exist. He makes me feel something other than cold. He also thinks I'm weak and fragile. Something I laugh about to myself, while secretly soaking in all his protectiveness and concern. If anyone touches him, harms him, or even threatens him, then they should probably run. Because his girlfriend is a little bit crazy. They just don't know it yet.

Fifteen years locked in Sacred Heights Asylum for brutally butchering my parents, and they actually believe I’m cured. Fucking fixed. But I wasn’t—just waiting, biding my time, preparing to unleash the chaos I’ve perfected for years on a world that made me this way. But just before my release, she walks in—Raven. A new student therapist. Pure. Innocent. The exact opposite of the monster lurking inside me. She’s a light, and I’m a hungry shadow, ready to swallow her whole. Her piercing blue eyes and delicate freckled kitten nose ignite something dark in me, something more than just an obsession. It’s a craving. Watching her from afar isn't enough anymore—I need her. So I take her. I drag her into the nightmare of my mind, where terror and lust bleed together. She thinks she can heal me. She thinks she can manipulate me. They always do, but soon she’ll understand the truth—my truth. She’ll see the world through my eyes, drenched in blood and madness. I don’t just want to ruin her; I want her to notice the rot hiding beneath the surface, to feel the sharp edges of reality slice through her delusions. Life is cruelty, wrapped in pretty fucking packaging, and I’ll be the one to rip it open for her. She’ll watch as I axe my vengeance into the flesh of those who took everything from me, and by then, she’ll know there’s no escape. Not from me. Not from the hell I’m about to rain down on them all. But as time seems to pass, secrets are unravelled and we both become trapped in a sinister web, sinking into a darkness that runs far deeper than I ever imagined.

“Within the cold walls of this metal shell, Bunny, there will be no silent night, tonight—only an unholy night.” Bunny - 'Twas the night before Noel and I was carried away, by the plague who had a sickening game to play. He stole and took me deep in the night, Locked in the woods, with no mercy in sight. No gifts, no carols, just a plan and a grin, a forbidden, deranged night where everything turns into sin. I’m the bunny to be hunted and to feel ashamed, My stepbrother, the unhinged, shows no trace of ever being tamed. Masked like a menace, his green eyes burn bright, He’s the hunter, relentless, wanting to taste every drop of my fright. I’m his puppet, his prey, with no hope in sight, Lost in his darkness, consumed by his night. The Plague - 'Twas a cold Noel night, deep in the wood, My little bunny, sprinting as fast as she could. This Christmas, she’s caught in my sinful snare, Her body, her pleasure, her fear laid bare. Her eyes wide with horror, her body so tight, Running from me, through this cruel winter night. I’ve waited for this, her soft skin to chain, A twisted game of torment and unholy shame. She thinks she can flee, but the truth’s always near— Bunnies don’t escape when the plague is so near. This is an XXXmas Taboo Dark Novella.

“Within the cold walls of this metal shell, Bunny, there will be no silent night, tonight—only an unholy night.” Bunny - 'Twas the night before Noel and I was carried away, by the plague who had a sickening game to play. He stole and took me deep in the night, Locked in the woods, with no mercy in sight. No gifts, no carols, just a plan and a grin, a forbidden, deranged night where everything turns into sin. I’m the bunny to be hunted and to feel ashamed, My stepbrother, the unhinged, shows no trace of ever being tamed. Masked like a menace, his green eyes burn bright, He’s the hunter, relentless, wanting to taste every drop of my fright. I’m his puppet, his prey, with no hope in sight, Lost in his darkness, consumed by his night. The Plague - 'Twas a cold Noel night, deep in the wood, My little bunny, sprinting as fast as she could. This Christmas, she’s caught in my sinful snare, Her body, her pleasure, her fear laid bare. Her eyes wide with horror, her body so tight, Running from me, through this cruel winter night. I’ve waited for this, her soft skin to chain, A twisted game of torment and unholy shame. She thinks she can flee, but the truth’s always near— Bunnies don’t escape when the plague is so near. This is an XXXmas Taboo Dark Novella.

Wren - The night I lost him, everything I cherished turned into ashes along with that fire, swallowed by the inferno that scarred my heart and mind. I became who they call ‘The Queen of Darkness’, mimicking the love of my life, Arlo Hayes, lost in the abyss of trauma and hatred. Now, as he stands before me, the happiness I should feel wars with the despair that has settled deep within me. Haunting memories, vengeance and deceit grip me tightly, their tendrils choking my every thought, while depression weighs heavily on my soul. I fear the lightness I once held in my heart may never return, and I dread our darkness will consume us both without it, even if he vows to mend me. Arlo - I'm back, ready to wreak havoc, vengeance coursing through my icy veins for those who tore me from my family. But before I unleash my fury, I need to make up for the lost time and the hearts left shattered. My beacon of light has been consumed by the shadows, but I will heal her just as she once healed me. Despite her transformation, we will now be an unstoppable force and together, we’ll become a hurricane of violence and passion. She may have kept my throne warm, but my queen will stand strong alongside me with her heart restored and her head held high. The darkness will tremble in our fucking presence once I'm finished. Her inner light will blaze again, yet more brighter than ever before and everyone who deceived us will feel the full force of our wrath.

Wren Edwardz - When I first moved in with him, I believed he was simply the boss, but he appears to be so much more now. He seems to have a strangling hold on me. I'm the person he turns to when he wants to unleash his most malicious and twisted side; I'm his little plaything and he is my obsession. He is so full of darkness that everything he touches is drenched in it, but my light, which is ultimately what sustains him, will never waver. Arlo Hayes - I convinced myself she would just be the nanny when I first set eyes on her, but it didn't take long for me to start craving her. I now have all power over her. I go to her when I want to unleash the wicked beast that lives within me, and she endures it every time like my good little slut. She is so full of light that I want to darken her vibrant world, just as mine is, consume her with all my evil, and suffocate her with my depressed, crushed soul, but she will never falter. Authors note: This is book one of The Beast Duet. Please check the trigger warnings at the back before you start. The MMC is dark, OTT rough, twisted, and unhinged, and it contains very explicit scenes that may be triggering to some.

Tortured Soul is the 1st book of The Soulless Series.It's a Fast-paced, post-apocalyptic, Reverse Harem Romance featuring Demons, Angels, and many other types of supernatural beings.Recently freed from her obligations to hell, Lola is now a lone 1500 years old Succubus wandering a dangerous world. Finding refuge among other immortals in what appears to be a human-deserted place, she’s quick to realize that nothing is as it seems.Divines and Hellrisers might be getting along, but one Angel is out for her throat, seemingly not affected by her charms, while another immortal is hellbent on keeping her at his side.But everyone holds secrets.And Lola won’t let them get close enough to unravel hers.Good thing she has a powerful Nephilim on her side...

Wren Edwardz - When I first moved in with him, I believed he was simply the boss, but he appears to be so much more now. He seems to have a strangling hold on me. I'm the person he turns to when he wants to unleash his most malicious and twisted side; I'm his little plaything and he is my obsession. He is so full of darkness that everything he touches is drenched in it, but my light, which is ultimately what sustains him, will never waver. Arlo Hayes - I convinced myself she would just be the nanny when I first set eyes on her, but it didn't take long for me to start craving her. I now have all power over her. I go to her when I want to unleash the wicked beast that lives within me, and she endures it every time like my good little slut. She is so full of light that I want to darken her vibrant world, just as mine is, consume her with all my evil, and suffocate her with my depressed, crushed soul, but she will never falter. Authors note: This is book one of The Beast Duet. Please check the trigger warnings at the back before you start. The MMC is dark, OTT rough, twisted, and unhinged, and it contains very explicit scenes that may be triggering to some.

This date is only a set date to allow preorders if you wish and not the official release. It will be pulled to mid-2025 when available.This is an MM (Male-Male) pitch-black circus romance/erotic horror with a two morally black MMCs.This is book three of The Hollows Trilogy where we follow the story to Hollow Soul.Official blurb, cover and release date coming soon.