Blackthorn

Blackthorn

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At nine years old, Chandler Leighamoore lives carefree on her family's homestead, chasing sprites and scheming alongside her brother, Sawyer. She's mysteriously drawn to the vicious woodlands surrounding them but is shackled by Papa's only rule: never to venture inside. Stories of vampires and werewolves have kept her curiosity in check, but when Mama and Adelaide fall deathly ill, Chandler realizes she must act quickly to save them...and it means braving the forest. Her brother tells of an ancient legend...an enchanted lake...somewhere deep in the woods. Deadset on finding a cure, Chandler embarks on a perilous journey through the Blackthorn. Encountering sprites, vampires, and a mythical goddess, Chandler will need to conquer her greatest fears to save her family before it's too late.
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He was born royalty a tri-breed prince, the first of his kind. She was just a human girl with fire in her heart and no idea the supernatural world even existed. But the moment he found her, the bond snapped into place; wild, forbidden, and far too early. She couldn't remember. He could never forget. He watched from the shadows, hungered in silence, torn between the duty of a king and the pull of a mate the universe marked for him. She grew up not knowing he'd already chosen her. But the heat between them only smoldered, scorching beneath every stolen glance, every gift left without a name, every moment she didn't understand and every one he couldn't stop himself from creating. Because some bonds don't wait. And love like theirs? It burns before it blooms.

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