Almost a century ago, the fae discovered they could no longer bear children-and humanity paid the price. A treaty was forged: The Offering. Once every couple of decades, young fertile women are taken from their homes and delivered to the fae realm, destined to become wives for fae lords. Treasured. Trapped. Chosen. Daella always knew it could happen to her. But when the fae come, she isn't ready. And she sure as hell isn't willing. Now forced to live inside a gilded palace among the other chosen, Daella must learn the ways of the fae world-obedience, grace, and silence. She refuses. Her defiance draws the attention of the three fae princes, each bound by duty... and each dangerously intrigued by the human girl who dares to fight back. As desire grows and loyalties are tested, Daella begins to unravel the lies behind the treaty that stole her freedom. And in a realm built on secrets and power, she might be the spark that sets everything ablaze. Completed 27/12/2023 #1 in Fantasy-Romance 8/12/2023 #1 in brothers 17/12/2023 #2 in First Person 30/12/2023 #2 in Fae 01/03/2024 Copyright © 2023 Megan Stubberfield

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(Complete) **A MATURE FANTASY** Book #1 in the Elemental Heir Series. Now published and available in PAPERBACK and KINDLE on AMAZON!! 🤍 "Your ready wit never fails to surprise and delight me, Brenya." He murmured, his lips only inches from my own. I blinked, my lips parting, as his heady scent encircled me. He licked his lower lip, running his teeth over it as his electric blue eyes burned into mine. The heat of his bare chest seeped through my thin cotton shirt, thawing my icy irritation. "Even when you're being cross." He added in a low voice. He leaned closer, before I could respond, and ran his teeth along my jaw. I suppressed a moan. "I wouldn't be cross if you weren't so keen on irritating me." I said, unable to hide the smile in my voice. I felt his answering smile against my neck. "How can I make it up to you?" He whispered, planting gentle kisses up and down the column of my throat. He moved to the other side of my neck, flicking his tongue once against the mating mark near my shoulder. My hands slid up his abdomen, exploring the dips and hard lines of his muscles. Heat uncurled deep in my belly, spreading lower, and lower, until I felt my panties dampen. He growled into my ear, sending shivers down my entire body. *~*~*~*~*~* ~#1 in ROMANCE 9/13/18~ ~#1 in ACTION-ADVENTURE 12/05/18 and 4/25/19~ ~#1 in ACTION-ROMANCE 1/16/19~ ~#1 in DRAGONS 6/9/19~ ~#1 in FAIRIES 7/20/19~ *~*~*~*~*~* ⚠️!! WARNING !!⚠️ This book contains intense violence, mature language, and strong sexual themes.

A human and a faerie fall in love. But there are rules... and consequences. Pixie Ring is a modern faerie-tale tragic romance that touches on the complications of human/faerie interaction. #2 farietale Oct 7, 2025 #14 tragicending Oct 7, 2025 "Faeries don't exist." "You saw them, Eddus." Abbi rose to her feet, brushing off the backside of her dress with her hands. "Faeries do exist. You saw them." "I don't know what I saw." "I exist, don't I?" Eddus stood still, looking at her questioningly, as she stepped forward, closing the gap between them. She reached out and grasped his hand, looking up at him. "I'm real, aren't I, Eddie?" she asked softly. "Of course you're real, Abbi." Slowly, confusion washed over him. "What are you saying?" "I'm a pixie, Eddus Brandt. I am a faerie."