BOOK 2 in the White Fire Series: Fire trumps ice, or so it seems when the Fire King becomes victorious in his plan to help the Slynathis Rebels kill the Ice King. With a new King on the throne, anything is possible. Anya, Prince Sebastian and Luca are on the run from the new Ice King and decides to head North where the Prince can promise them a safe haven while working on reclaiming the throne. In a new tribe full of chilly stares and whispers, Anya must keep her identity a secret or else their location will be discovered. With the help of new associates, they learn that their greatest weapon lies on the Mountain of Ire: a hidden cave that houses the winter stone in its purest form. And on the mountain, is rumored to be a man who can teach them how to master the stone. Anya has barely mastered the art of wielding white fire and now has to conquer the art of wielding the powers within the winter stone. If she fails, she will loose everything, but if she is successful, she will be a FORCE to reckon with...

"I told you I'd find you." --- Jade lives in a world where everyone has a tattoo identical to their soulmates. Everyone has one...except for her, A crime punishable by death. Jade has always stayed out of the limelight, trying to avoid getting caught by the Authorities but when a special six-foot something sexy as hell prince waltz's into her home and whisks her away, will she be able to run away? Will she discover his secrets? Will he find out she is unmarked? --- Highest Ranking: #4 in Fantasy

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.