READ THE DIFFERENT SHADES OF WHITE AND THE DARKER SHADES OF WHITE BEFORE READING THIS BOOK. With so much at loss and so much hopelessness, Khadijah and Shehzad find themselves at the crossroads of their destinies. Having been bought out of the depths of despair and darkness, Shehzad now faces another obstacle that he needs to face; bringing back Khadijah yo the light who has now lost all her will and faith to live. Will Shehzad be able to soothe the heart of the very woman who bought him back and showed him how beautiful life is or will he still pursue his selfish agendas? Read and find out. cover credit goes to @Bylalalaraib

-Elemental Series- (Wind: Book 3) The wind can be a subtle thing, until Jerric gets a hold of it. He lives for the rush of a swirling tornado and blowing away anything that gets in his path. When encased in wind, Jerric feels invincible. He's addicted to the sense of power it gives him. Jerric is a very talented shifter, too talented at times. His winds have the signs of originating from the north, which worries his parents. Jerric secretly hopes so. He wants the northern wind god to offer him a place in his ranks. And with his help, Jerric dreams of becoming the strongest wind shifter who ever lived. Powerful enough to even dethrone the embarrassment known as the southern wind god, Notus. The sad thing is Jerric might do just that.

~~Elemental Series~~ (Fire: Book 2) It's cold, and Fin can't fight it. Even after he escapes the frost, only ice lives inside the firebird. The inferno he wants is gone. It was stolen from the middle realm by the man whose flame he craves the most: Zoran, the third god of fire. After the loss of his kingdom, the god took back his gift to the mortals; fire. They're all prisoners to the cold, and Fin can't take it. He wants to feel the blistering heat and once again be engulfed in flames. Only then will the aching pain in his chest stop. He'd do anything, anything at all just to stop this polar flux.

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14