Erika Lovet is used to being in the background, always in her sister's shadow. Since she was a child, her parents have always doted on Alice, have always wanted the best for her, while Erika, the other child, is always thought of second, but still expected to be like her sister. So, it's a surprise to everyone when the dashing Prince asks for Erika, and not her sister. Who knew that the only person to notice Erika first, just happens to be the one that every other girl in the land desires?

One comes from royalty, and one comes from poverty. Yet the same shadows follow them everywhere, leading them right to each other and their destiny. ***** Princess Elouise and Eldon are complete opposites who come from different areas of Aristol. Elouise's biggest worry is ensuring she lives up to her kingdom's expectations of a Queen. Eldon's biggest worry is how much food will be hunted for the week. So when Elouise awakens a magical ability and Eldon is beckoned to the capital by a disembodied voice, they realize there might be more to themselves than they believed. They are both the only two living souls with brown eyes, and they understand they were brought together for a reason. Unfortunately, there are people who know more about them than they do. These people are a cult who despise the royal family. They lurk in every corner, getting closer and closer. To make matters worse, the Kingdom of Aristol seems to hold more secrets than Elouise and Eldon can handle. (Book One of The Secrets of Aristol series.) Content warning: this story contains themes of violence, blood, and death.

When the death of a great king and the wedding of two young royals bring the arms of six realms clashing, six young heirs must heal the cracks in their crumbling worlds and break the bonds only time can heal.

There once was a kingdom, so bright and lively and prosperous, full of magic. Enemies dived in and destroyed it all. Now there is ruins only, darkness only, no more sun, no more light. In a neighboring kingdom, a girl lives. So bright and full of light and very magical. Growing up she was loved, although as a royal, she went through hardships of surviving assassinations and more. But she has a heart of gold. With her violet eyes, she befriends anyone. From humans to Fey to Witches to magical dangerous creatures in the dark forests. But, one misstep, one wrong, hurt her people or friends and she will hurt you back. She may have grown up to be loved but her grandfather taught her to be ruthless and determined and sometimes cold and deadly when it comes to it. Something deep in the forest calls to her. The shadows sing to her. The ruins beat for her. And enemies rise once again for her. This is a story about The Heiress

Kaeda was plucked from a modest ship as one kingdom's terrible secret. Born to a fisherman and a pirate, she gets thrust into the deep end of royal life and even deeper secrets. *** "Stop blaming yourself." The dark, smooth voice of the prince echoes across the deck, I wince as the sound carries. "How in the good goddesses' names did you know that?" "I didn't, it was merely a guess. I can only imagine how you feel, having to marry a man you don't know and live in a kingdom you have never explored. You must feel incredibly isolated." I simply look over and raise an eyebrow in his general direction. For some reason, he takes my silence as an opportunity to continue. His gloved hands shift on the head of his cane as he speaks. "I truly am sorry about the situation that you've found yourself in. My father was looking for a wife for me, but I certainly was expecting a willing one to be chosen. Not someone thrust into the role out of necessity." "Well, the choice between marriage and death is not one to be taken lightly. I like to think that I have more sense than to choose death." "I may be sentencing myself to death by the look your mother gives me whenever I walk past. I must say, I don't think she's particularly fond of me just yet." A dry chuckle escapes his lips and I can't help but follow in his laughter, only slightly hysterical. I'm almost thankful when the shrill whistle of the royal ship interrupts our entirely inappropriate outburst. It's time.