Lidiya Foxglove
Maybe I was the girl Clara didn't want me to be. Here I was, with the goblin king, and I didn't want him to stop.
For the past ten years, the Goblin King has stayed locked away in his caverns. He only opens his doors for one purpose: he will give one gold coin for every night a girl is willing to spend with him. Despite his fearsome reputation, his fangs and claws, the girls come back safe and sound, and they never say a word about it. One must
Have you inherited a creepy old house that needs updated bathroom tiles, a new kitchen, and an exorcism?
Call me: Helena Nicolescu, the best house flipper witch on the east coast.
But I have to admit, I might be in over my head this time. I bought "Lockwood House" at an auction, and the magical community definitely knew something was up, because my rivals were all in on it, including Jake and Jasper, the infuriating wolf shifter twins who
I didn't want to fall in love with the prince. He's a high elf, rich and handsome, and...well, there are rumors he dabbles in dark magic. I'm half-goblin and I know he'd never choose me as his bride in the first place. I just wanted my wicked stepsisters to see him dancing with me before I run away and leave this city forever, to start a new life.
But it seems my goblin godmother had other plans.
The spell she cast upon me? The one she told
He comes to me at night, in the darkness. The monster I was sworn to, against my will.
By day, he is trapped in the form of a bear and cannot speak, cannot properly rule, but I know what he is: the King of the Northlands. The King of Trolls. He is under a curse, and he needs my help, but why should I help the brutish, dominating, barbarian king?
I was meant for more than this; my father was a great mage but try as I might, I never had his
We were lost in the woods on our way to the city, my brother Hansel and I, when we came upon the cottage. A faery cottage, with a handsome and mysterious occupant. He calls himself the Magus, and he makes magnificent chocolates and confections for the Wicked Revels, the wild woodland dance of the fair folk.
The moment I lay eyes on him, I sense he is everything I've ever dreamed of. And I've dreamed of a lot. Hansel doesn't want me to stay.
I was never a conventional sort of mermaid. I've been a scavenger and a thief. The surface world has always called to me, and now I'm not the thief, but the prize; my memories lost, my tail turned to legs. In this strange new land, my protector is none other than Prince Wrindel of the high elves. They say Wrindel is a playboy, but he feels so familiar to me. He says he is saving me from a witch, but he can't tell me anything more. Is he my savior...or
..."You will marry the very next man who walks in that door."
As the only princess of a prosperous kingdom, I have wanted for nothing—and refused all suitors. What real man is worthy of my interest, when I secretly pen tales of handsome lords and beautiful brooding counts? But now my father has gathered up every eligible royal bachelor in all the realm. And it's just as I suspected, not one to capture my fancy—especially King Brennus
It gets pretty lonely, spending your entire life in a tower. The Witch told me she was keeping me safe from a dangerous world. But one day, when I let down my hair, the Witch wasn't the one to climb up.
His presence was so overwhelming; his hands steady on my back, his lips and tongue marking me forever with the taste of a man. I was used to being alone a lot of the time, and wandering around the tower sort of aimlessly, trying to decide what
"Once you gave your mask to me, you would be allowed to venture down that path. The handmaidens of the forest would prepare you for me...all control surrendered, waiting and ready for my claim. Oh, you will find it a bit dreadful, I must admit."
Princess Evaline
I should not be so intrigued by the King of the Revels' wicked promise. I should not wish to abandon my family and remain in this faery land of song and dance forever. But it was
"Be careful, sweet," he said, with a flash of a grin that made me realize just how handsome he could be. "It's dangerous to feel too much in Neverland."
When I took Peter's hand and flew with him to Never Land, escaping the fate of my overworked peasant mother, I thought it was a dream, but all I found was a cursed land. Peter expected me to tell stories and mend clothes all day like I was his mother, and at night, he cried out with nightmares.
In
Born of wood, cloth, and a substantial dose of magic, Velsa is a Fanarlem, a beautiful artificial girl. Raised to be a concubine, she has seen her friends at the House of Perfumed Ribbons sold off to be the pets of wealthy men. Now her own dreaded day has come.
Grau Thanneau is a kind and handsome sorcerer who expects to own a spectacular piece of spellwork - he doesn't realize that everything he has been told about Fanarlem is a
..."You want to learn magic, dearie? I will teach you my ways...if you can survive it..."
All I've ever dreamed of is to learn the ways of magic, but the village witch casts me off because I can't read. I'm just a poor miller's daughter, but the most beautiful man I've ever seen finds me weeping by the side of the road, and takes pity on me. He gives me my first kiss and a gold coin, and tells me that if I can hang onto the gold coin
...I finally have a home, reunited with my human father. He's well-to-do, with a pretty wife and a grand house, and the moment I step in the door, I'm expected to begin lessons in reading, writing, and behaving like a lady.
But I'm no lady. I'm a wolf.
And much to my surprise, so is my tutor. Mr. Arrowen has a human name and human manners, but golden eyes don't lie. He's wolvenfolk, to be sure, pretending to be a proper gentleman. Wolves know
My world isn't safe. The northern gate lies open and monsters roam the land. Towns are locked behind walls, protected by the emperor and his Black Army. Once, a fated priestess and her four guardians kept the gate sealed with magic, but there hasn't been a priestess in over a century...or so I thought.
When a monster attacks me within the walls of my village, I am saved by Sir Forrest—the quiet former soldier who came to Istim three years
16) Priestess Bound
Phoebe is the fated priestess, a channel for magic, whether she likes it or not. She has little power of her own—or does she? A piece of golden jewelry might hold the key to a plot to suppress the priestess' true magic.
Until she can find the secrets, however, she has to stay alive and keep her four guardians in line:
Sir Forrest, her grumpy and reluctant but truly devoted protector;
Gilbert the bard, who fell in love with the Prince
When I was a girl, my father forced me to swallow a magical crystal. The Dragon's Tear turned my bones fragile as glass. I was no Ionger strong enough to dance or learn to fight...or take any lover until my wedding day. I was destined to wed the King of the Dragons, and only he could restore my health.
Now it is time to fulfill the prophecy. To become King Aurekdel's bride.
I don't want him. I want the dashing young head of my guard, Oszin,
Velsa is Grau's wife and a free woman - thanks to a lie. And the High Sorcerer's Palace is no place for keeping a secret, with its bustling social life of parties and balls. Velsa and Grau soon attract the notice of none other than one of the Four Generals, who sees promise in Velsa's power and wants to use her. But that would mean serving the High Sorcerer. If anyone finds out what she truly is, she would lose everything.
Velsa is
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