Two star crossed lovers. Nations divided by blood and power. A war to end all others. She is heir to the brutal Darkling kingdom and daughter to the most vicious king ever known, Vlad the impaler. He's the Demon prince rumor says is hell incarnate, bent on ending the Darkling king's reign. But when Cassian and Viktorya first meet, they don't know what they are to each other -and when they find out, worlds collide and inhibitions are lost. Their love is powerful and raw and all-consuming. But it's also dangerous, especially since Viktorya has been promised to Emrys, a Lycan prince, in a political marriage to consolidate power. How much will the princess and her lover have to sacrifice before they can be together? And, in a world where anyone can betray anyone, who's to say love can ever prevail? A tale inspired by Shakespeare's original tragedy Romeo and Juliet but spun with a supernatural twist; enter the world of Verona, where all shall be painted red, mighty armies will grapple for power and love may not always be true...

| * I N * P R O G R E S S * | | P R O L O U G E | Overpopulation. Climate change. Nuclear warfare. Despite Humanity's tendency towards self destruction, Earth has been saved from an inevitable extinction by unlikely saviors: Aliens. From a planet where the men outnumber the women by a striking eighty percent, they ask for only one thing in return: Earth's women. | BOOK 1 | Vreekar has hated humans since the day his people spotted their existence. Naomi has dreamt about other life with a romantic wonder since the day she could perceive the stars. Despite never wanting to be apart of the idiotic "matching" system, Vreekar found himself tied to the human that is Naomi. Could the clashing of these two worlds prove that opposites truly do attract?

Selene Lykos is a disgraced princess. She's the last survivor of a murdered dynasty and the rightful Queen, but she lives among her enemies, trapped and with no choice but to smile and obey. Every night, she dreams of freedom, of a life away from the betrayal and intrigue that constantly surround her, but escape seems like an unattainable fantasy. When the chance to break her chains finally arrives it demands an unexpected price, one that comes in the form of ruthless warlord Alpha Kaspian. || WATTYS 2018 LONGLISTED ||

Lies, schemes, adultery and murder rule the Royal Courts. Kleio Fairfax is sucked into this chaotic world when she is ordained to marry a man she doesn't even know the name of. In the dangerous Royal Courts all Kleio can trust in is her arranged marriage. But how can she trust someone she doesn't even know? Especially when her husband is nothing like she thought he'd be. Perhaps he is even more dangerous than the courts she is trapped in.

"I don't think you understand, Nicole. You're not leaving." I matched his glare with one of my own. "You can't keep me here. Not if I don't want to be." That's what I should of said, instead, I said, "Who's gonna stop me - you?" "Is that a challenge?" "What if it is?" "Oh, Nikki. You don't want to challenge an Alpha." When Nicole Moore was young her dad left her and her mom. Growing up with a single mom who struggled to put food on the table and spend time with her wasn't easy. Nikki was too young to understand why her dad left that night, and now years later, Nikki's going through something similar with her own fiance. Waking up, after a passionate night, to him telling her has has to leave her and can't really tell her why, Nikki's not gonna let another man just walk out of her life - especially one who had just proposed a few hours before. Nikki's determined to track him down and demand answers, even if it means diving head first into her unforgotten past, and possibly her unexpected future.

In a world where vampires feed from other vampires and males dominate females... there is but one precious thing left in their world which every vampire craves... A Mihr. Dohmenic is the Dralan - the King - of all vampires, and survives purely on clean blood; The blood of a Mihr, a virgin. Without a Dralaq, a Queen, he has to feed from Mihrs to ensure the continuation of his pure blood and the claim to the throne. But the times are dire; Mihrs are becoming rarer and rarer each day, and so the Dralan is slowly fading from bloodthirst. He desperately needs a Mihr to feed. Leyla is a Mihr. She is one of the few that is left in the world ruled by hungry, savage male vampires and she intends to stay that way. In hiding from the frenzied males, she ends up in the one place that should have been her only safe haven in the world; The Dralan's castle. Disguising herself as a Kischmir (a servant), she pretends she is but a mere commoner whose blood is not the purest kind in the kingdom. But when the Dralan nearly dies from cruel thirst, her blood is all that can save him. To be a Mihr means you can't be bedded by a male, otherwise your blood will be tainted. But as things grow heated between the Dralan and Leyla, will Dohmenic be able to keep his hands off her? After all, we always want what we can't have...

When Emma Lucas meets devilishly handsome Markus Winterly, she has no idea that he only wears the mask of human aristocracy. And behind that mask a very ancient and powerful being has begun to take an interest in her; has noticed what even she does not suspect about herself. When her sister's life is threatened, Emma has only one choice: sacrifice herself instead and give in to the deepest and darkest desires that have begun to quicken in her heart. Amidst the sumptuous backdrop of midnight vampire balls, dark moors, and an ancient castle, Emma will discover the strength and light she never knew she possessed and uncover the many layers of the man-the very creature-she has come to love. A love that defies death and time, taming even the devil himself. And to survive, Emma must surender everything. Even her humanity. Cover art designed by Jeanine Croft © 2016 Jeanine Croft I DO NOT allow translations, and I condemn plagiarism! Thank you kindly for respecting my rights as an author.

In this World, Kings are the rulers. Alongside them are their Queens, but most prefer their mistresses. Queens tolerate these women for they are Witches. Witches with immense power that help kingdoms prosper for ages. The most rare of these mistresses are Seers. Their power belongs in their sight. A sight that has become a curse, for they can only see what their surroundings want them to see. These women are the King's Hand. Seers, especially, are kept in the castle. They pose a danger of being captured by anyone who longs for their sight. To go against the King would be unwise, for he has taken away their families, some even slaughtered. Kings have made sure that they are the only ones who can provide for them. Since all the women in their lives are gone, men have walked all over them. This is one Seer's story. Cover Art by inkzerospace

I huddled in the corner of the dark room I had been thrown into. I was the only one out of all the villagers to have been selected by Them, a fact that relieved everyone but me. My body stung from struggling to escape Their grasp when They dragged me here, deaf to my pleading, oblivious to my struggles. Now as I sit in the dark, my fears have grown to the point of being nearly unbearable; I was going to go mad with fear if They didn't come soon. Questions plagued my mind. Why did They select me? What was going to happen to me when They come back? What would They be doing to me? Would I...survive? All that was told to us before today was that They would be selecting one of the village girls and take her with Them when They left. No matter what, the girl chosen would be taken away. It made no difference if the girl or her family resisted Them, the results would be the same. I hoped that I would be able to escape Them once my name had been called, but I was wrong. So very wrong. Thanks to AshlynWanderer for the cool new cover!

Stories of blood bathed battles and killer warriors was nothing new to his kind. They thrived in what others would bow down and cower to. He was hired, along with comrades to protect and server a powerful man. Only man was weak, to drawn to power, that they seemed to turn on even the most loyal of...dogs. Without warning the Lord turned his blade to the ones he asked for loyalty and thus started an even fiercer war. It raged for summers, before the leader of the beasts so many have called Immortals, had seen enough of his comrades die. Entering the sleeping chambers of the Lord, swore to killing him if he should seek more death to his people. Ready to leave such a dark place, he found a light amidst the misfortune. So fragile, petite and innocents dripping from a mess of dark curls. He would teach this child the truth, correct all the lies that had been told and strengthen a new bond to be born. What he got over the summers, was not what he was expecting.