[ BOOK 1 OF AZITERA: YTHER'S QUEEN ] Consumed by avarice, the four human kingdoms-the Infernal Empire, the Kingdom of Caelum, the Kingdom of Treterra, and the Nayale Archipelago-betrayed their covenant with Yther of Azitera, the race blessed by deities, who protected humans for untold centuries. They slaughtered and defiled the beings that once protected them from storm, famine, poverty, and pestilence without mercy. Betrayed by the humans they protected, the Ytherians were enslaved. Their four queens were caged, chained, and imprisoned to serve as nutrients to the human kingdoms. The once prominent Ytherians were reduced to nothing but servants. As the four kingdoms of the human race prospered for many years since their betrayal, one news staggered them, causing them to tremble in fear and rally their armies to protect and defend their domain: Sollel-the Mistress of Flame, one of Yther's queens-had escaped her prison. Her flames will raze hell, ready to burn the souls of her betrayers. COMPLETED CECELIB | C.C. COVER: ASTRID JAYDEE

Lyda has been an outcast all her life in Verdallan. While life had never been easy for her following her mother's death, friendships she made a long the way helped her to survive. But, when a new queen takes the throne, Lyda is forced to make a decision that will change her life forever, and she is forced into exile from the only home she's ever known. Exile may sound terrifying but even more so when it sends you into the fae lands that no one has returned from in 500 years. Will Lyda be able to escape exile and save her home? Or will she be trapped amongst a violent kind that has been lost to history forever? Beast of Flames will have chapters posted weekly! I would love to hear any suggestions or comments to help improve my writing!

[COMPLETE][EDITING] Ace Hernandez, the Mafia King, known as the Devil. Sofia Diaz, known as an angel. The two are arranged to be married, forced by their fathers, joining the two Mafia's. But Sofia eventually learns, even the devil was once an angel. Cover by @alluringathena *This book is more of a romance book than Mafia book and I hope you enjoyyy*

Azt mondják, több az esély arra, hogy útközben, a repülőtér felé szenvedsz balesetet, minthogy esetleg légi katasztrófában lesz részed. Számtalan rutinos utazó már talán bele sem gondol az esetleges - igaz, alig előforduló, a tapasztalatlanok számára még rémisztő - veszélyekbe, mondván, hogy miért is pont az ő gépük lenne az az egyetlen a sok közül. Adelaide is csak egy újabb, meghitt karácsonyt szeretett volna eltölteni tökéletesnek vélt családjával, meg sem fordult a fejében, hogy annak a kellemes londoni kiruccanásnak milyen ára lesz majd. Hiszen mondhat bárki bármit, véletlenek már pedig történnek, igaz? Tizenegy egészen különböző embert hozott össze a sors egy ilyen fintorral. Azonban, tizenegy idegen között képtelenség, hogy tökéletes összhang alakuljon ki, miközben a „szerencsés" utazóknak most a túlélésért muszáj lenne összetartaniuk. Konfliktusok elkerülhetetlenek, de esély van új, meglehet, örökre szóló barátságok szövődésére is. Viszont mi történik akkor, ha egy ilyen helyzetben két ember vonzalma már túlnyúlik puszta szimpátián? Egy kapcsolat születik. Egy nem várt és legfőképpen nem megengedett szerelem. Borító: Hope Christina

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.