I first saw the Folk when I was a little boy. When they started appearing in my garden, with their unnatural, cruel beauty and honeyed words and veiled taunts. I grew up with big green eyes watching me from the forest. Whispers from the trees. Shimmering skin darting between the bushes. Black creatures always lurking in the shadows. While they were here, I thought nothing of them. It wasn’t until they were gone that I realise it wasn’t… normal. But it isn’t until I’m twenty-one, when my life is in ruins, that they come back to take me away. They say I’m not fully mortal. They say I should be among them. The Unseelie Ruler wants me on her land for reasons no one will explain to me, but it’s her aloof, painfully beautiful son who captures my attention and refuses to let go. The cold, black-eyed assassin prince who strikes fear into the hearts of all Folk. Who I’ve been warned about, repeatedly. Who watches me always. I don’t trust the Folk, so I ignore their fearful advice to stay away from him. I ignore all of them except him, despite everything telling me that he can’t be trusted—that he’s just as bad as the rest of them, that he’s playing games with me, the clueless mortal held here against his will. But I want him. Mortal Skin is the first in a mm fae romance trilogy about a dark fae assassin prince and a mortal who is thrown into the cruel world of the Folk. Warning: This m/m love story contains explicit sexual content and is not suitable for young readers. It also contains depictions of violence and deals with the death of a close family member. This trilogy will follow the same couple who get their HEA eventually, but book one ends on a cliffhanger.

She’s dirty now. Just like us. In just the span of a few months, I’ve seen the power their enemies hold, that every puppet has its strings, and so many people want a piece of the boys. It’s the worst time to be reunited, but it’s taught me that this connection we feel, it’s not enough. I’m done fighting against them and I want it all. Except, they don’t know the real me, only the person they’ve built up in their heads. And I don’t really know them–just the dark, obsessive men they’ve shown me since they brought me back into their lives. Yet, there’s an undeniable pull between us that I can’t ignore, and I’m finally getting a real taste of who the boys are. Until it all falls apart. Now history is repeating itself in the worst way and I’m dying inside trying to get them back. I’ll do what I couldn’t do before. I’ll be whatever I need to be–work with the devil if I have to. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s save my boys. But what happens when they decide they don’t want me anymore?

They all want me. The nobody. Their savior. I’d always idolized them growing up, but since they forced me back, I see them for who they are. My four beautiful, angry boys grew into stubborn, selfish men. Men who take what they want with no regard for anyone or anything. Except maybe me. But I won’t let my feelings blind me. All four men are masters of manipulation and so incredibly toxic. Despite it all, I want them too. Burned bridges and buried bodies litter the roads they’ve traveled, and the crimes they’ve committed are threatening to unravel the life they’ve built. They’ve made enemies in a world I want no part of. This time, I’m going to do more than warn them. This time, I’m doing everything different. But can I stay and sacrifice the life I wanted for myself? Or will history repeat itself?

USA Today Bestselling author Rebecca Thorne delights in a brand new cozy science-fiction series...for fans of Martha Wells and Olivia Waite! Features original inside art! Torian Razner finally bought a starship, and contrary to Amelia’s assessment, it was not “a meteoric sign of stupidity.” Sure, the alien starship may have been abandoned for a century, and it may be covered in moss now… but it’s Torian’s ticket to freedom, regardless of what her ex… ah, captain… said. Except Torian’s first flight reveals a surprise passenger: the moss is actually an organic computer with a snarky attitude and serious abandonment issues. The target of its loathing? The immortal alien who built it (and then parked the starship, with Moss inside, and forgot about it). The same alien who just found Torian and accused her of “stealing” the ship. It’s entirely possible that Amelia was right about this meteoric stupidity.