A single thread of ancient witchcraft is all that holds back the storm. For centuries, she has walked the edges of the world, hiding an unholy lineage beneath a mask of quiet survival. She is a creature of shadows, bound to a crew of outcasts who look to her for leadership, completely blind to the terrifying secret pulsing beneath her collar. They see a resilient protector; they do not see the blood of an entire coven staining her hands, or the echo of a slaughter she can never forget. But the stars are aligning once more. Far to the east, buried inside a volcanic empire of fire and white blossoms, lies the only key to breaking her shackles. As the celestial clock ticks closer to a reckoning, she must hunt down her forgotten past before the sky bleeds red again-because when the lock finally snaps, the monster she chains inside will not just consume her mind. It will drink the world dry.

"*Completed*"I froze the first boy I ever kissed. And I don't mean he got cold feet..." Megan is pretty unhappy when she's forced to move to a tiny, freezing town in Canada. It's going to be totally boring, right? Things heat up when she discovers that she possesses a growing power that's becoming more and more difficult to control. Not only that, but the power has attracted some interesting people. A smouldering young man who claims to be her rescuer, and his icy but attractive enemy. They're both claiming to be the good guy, so who exactly is she supposed to trust? Megan finds herself embroiled in an ancient battle between two kingdoms, slowly discovering an identity she never knew she had. Cover designed by Marie Tilmant