The plan had sounded simple, Step into Hell and save a Tree. That was all I had needed to do. However, that plan was becoming more complicated by the minute and that list was growing eternally bigger. Like killing demonic Queens, Removing Claiming Hexes Outrunning hungry beasts And mainly, trying not to piss off Vampire boyfriends, any more than being constantly kidnapped down in Hell is likely to do. And now fate had chosen me to be its blood queen. Only one fuelled by… The Roots of Rage.

I should have felt it coming. I should have been prepared for saying goodbye. But then why would I when I had no reason not to trust him. When I had no reason to doubt his words. But now I was left only doubting my own. For surely Lucius would come for me? Surely, he would realise his mistakes. Because we both knew that mistakes in Hell could be deadly and well, for this Queen of Sins it could mean only one thing, My King was going to War and this time… He was Fighting his Past. Join Stephanie and her fans in her Private Facebook group for all the latest info, news, fun, live chats from ...

When taking this journey into the past, I never expected to find what I did. It wasn’t only the time-period the Fates got wrong, It was the husband I found there waiting for me. A man of regal yet deadly grace, And one that wanted to possess me. To make me his in every way possible. But that was going to be a problem, Especially when I had a mission to complete. So, despite not being there to fall in love, It becomes inevitable when meeting your soul mate, Even when it’s for the second time. Yet when possession turns to obsession, Things take a turn for the worse, As now the mission is ...

The plan was simple, step into Hell, Find some infected roots, try my hand at fixing them, And then it was well done Amelia, you saved the day! But I didn’t bargain on a few factors set against me, The most obvious being that this…well this was Hell. And in this realm of Hell there were rules, there was a hierarchy and as for me, I was at the bottom of it. A dangerous place to be, especially when the man at the top was known as a tyrant king. A heartless, cold and ruthless ruler. Oh, and one more thing…he just so happened to be my boyfriend. And he was…furious with me.

Amelia… It all started with a kiss that ended in a world of pain. Well, now I was on the run from that pain and my map of sorrows was only leading to one place, To a lover’s resurrection. But hey, a life on the run shouldn’t be too hard right, just throw in a Mob boss, a few movie cars, a phantom dance and a camping trip and what you had was a recipe for… Oh, who was I kidding! I was being hunted by a Vampire King and this time, he wasn’t just out for blood, but he was out for something far more dangerous than that… He was out to reclaim my heart. A heart he had broken. And this...

I should have felt it coming. I should have been prepared for saying goodbye. But then why would I when I had no reason not to trust him. When I had no reason to doubt his words. But now I was left only doubting my own. For surely Lucius would come for me? Surely, he would realise his mistakes. Because we both knew that mistakes in Hell could be deadly and well, for this Queen of Sins it could mean only one thing, My King was going to War and this time… He was Fighting his Past. Join Stephanie and her fans in her Private Facebook group for all the latest info, news, fun, live chats from ...

When taking this journey into the past, I never expected to find what I did. It wasn’t only the time-period the Fates got wrong, It was the husband I found there waiting for me. A man of regal yet deadly grace, And one that wanted to possess me. To make me his in every way possible. But that was going to be a problem, Especially when I had a mission to complete. So, despite not being there to fall in love, It becomes inevitable when meeting your soul mate, Even when it’s for the second time. Yet when possession turns to obsession, Things take a turn for the worse, As now the mission is ...

The plan had sounded simple, Step into Hell and save a Tree. That was all I had needed to do. However, that plan was becoming more complicated by the minute and that list was growing eternally bigger. Like killing demonic Queens, Removing Claiming Hexes Outrunning hungry beasts And mainly, trying not to piss off Vampire boyfriends, any more than being constantly kidnapped down in Hell is likely to do. And now fate had chosen me to be its blood queen. Only one fuelled by… The Roots of Rage.

A ‘date’ he said. Just one date with a Vampire King who had been hunting me down for months…what could go wrong, right? One picnic, one witch, an ex-girlfriend out for my blood, and an army of zombie vampire rogues later, and what I had was an ‘Alice in Wonderland’ style cocktail for disaster! Because this Alice was about to have the mind trip of her life when peeking through the keyhole of Lucius’ memories. All before falling down a rabbit hole to Hell, where the bunnies were more likely to stab you with a carrot before eating your soul! But hey, it’s not like I had just been...

The dust of Battle has settled over the Land. War cries of victory are Echoed throughout Hell. And now I can get back to my life of Lego and Star Trek, With one big difference, I now have a King to share it with. But it seems as if Fate had a different idea for me, And any plans for peace are shattered with the strength of my dreams, Nightmares of one last foe I must face. For the Wraith Master still haunts me and the vow I made even more so. Now I must choose to walk the path of peace, or the path of a promise once made. A promise that will lead me to a place unknown, One not even Lucius ...

Amelia… It all started with a kiss that ended in a world of pain. Well, now I was on the run from that pain and my map of sorrows was only leading to one place, To a lover’s resurrection. But hey, a life on the run shouldn’t be too hard right, just throw in a Mob boss, a few movie cars, a phantom dance and a camping trip and what you had was a recipe for… Oh, who was I kidding! I was being hunted by a Vampire King and this time, he wasn’t just out for blood, but he was out for something far more dangerous than that… He was out to reclaim my heart. A heart he had broken. And this...

It’s been seven years. Seven long years since that cold and cruel Vampire King, Lucius, broke her heart. Her naive little heart destroyed after one painful night when she sneaked in to his Gothic nightclub, Transfusion. Seven years since he humiliated her, casting her aside and telling her just what he thought about her little obsession with him. Then he saved her life. Well, now he is back, and this time he is out for blood, and all she can hope for is that it isn’t hers that’s on the menu.

Amelia: Lego sets, Star Trek and junk food in my pajamas, these used to be how I would spend my safe and lazy days off. Now, what am I doing with my time? High-speed chases, running from Hellhounds, fighting witches, opening boxes that threaten the entire Vampire race, and stabbing bitches with my shoes. But hey, at least I get to wear a pretty dress on my date. Now all I can hope for is that it isn’t one where people end up shooting at us again. That would be nice. And all this was because I fell in love with a Vampire King. A Vampire King, who claimed me.

A haunted manor. A deadly secret. A vampire who should be her enemy. Charlotte Marlowe has spent her career fighting the guilty. She’s not afraid of the darkness—until she inherits Blackthorn Manor. Hidden within its walls are more than just ghosts. A seductive yet cursed vampire with centuries of secrets. A power in her blood she never knew existed. And horrifying entities contained beneath the manor that are… waiting and wanting. Now, Charlotte must navigate a dangerous new world where witches, vampires, ghosts and ancient magic collide. But the greatest danger of all? The ...

I was just a data analyst. I paid my taxes on time. I used to feed a cat that wasn’t my own and bake cookies for the office. I was a good girl. How was my reward finding myself penniless, broken down and stuck on the side of the road with everything I owned piled in the back, and all because I was being chased by the Mob? But then again, I must have had some luck left or he wouldn’t have stopped.

A forbidden love. A rising darkness. A coven of witches who may be her only hope. After escaping the High Council’s clutches, thanks to the rescue led by vampire Adrian de Lanier, Charlotte returns to Blackthorn Manor changed—her bloodline awakened, her magic stronger, and her connection to the Devourers trapped beneath the manor growing dangerously unstable. But as she struggles to control her newfound power, threats gather from every side. Victoria Blackwood-DuBois is preparing for war, the Supreme Council of Vampires is circling, and an ancient coven of seven formidable Salem witches...

One kiss from the werewolf firefighter set my skin on fire. One look from the billionaire vampire made my heart stop. Now I can’t breathe unless they both touch me. I met them in the smoke—Finn, all muscle and heat. Aidan, cold, sharp, and lethal. They shouldn’t want me. I shouldn’t crave them both. But the dreams won’t stop. The pull won’t fade. And when they touch me... I remember another life. Two supernatural men. One soul that belongs to them both. This isn’t just love. It’s fate…And it might just kill us all…

Hell. Just do your time, they said. It will be easy, they said. What's a hundred years sentenced to prison in Hell? Well, I can tell you, for an Imp like me, it was a pretty long time. Like most Imps, I am a mischievous sort, and that tends to annoy people, said people like the prison guards. Which meant that my time in Hell had just gotten a lot more complicated. I was about to receive the type of punishment no living soul had ever come back from. Not a single one had ever survived.

Afterlife, just a place for an unhappy king to call home or soon to become a beacon of hope when a new waitress falls at his feet? The Gothic nightclub is about to welcome a new guest, and this time it is one he can’t control. As for Dominic Draven, the king of all supernatural life, handling just one little mortal named Keira should be no problem for him…right? Wrong! As she is his chosen one, she is not meant to be ruled by a domineering, overbearing, arrogant boss who is determined to keep her at arm’s length.

He tried to kick me out of the beach house we both accidentally rented. So I hexed his sheets and slept with him instead. He’s rich, rude, stupidly hot—and the walking embodiment of everything I hate. So of course we’re forced to share a beach house. One week in and I’ve hexed his towels, he’s threatened to evict me, and we’ve had kitchen-counter sex so good I forgot my own name. He’s infuriating. Arrogant. Impossible to ignore. But then he brings me coffee just the way I like it. He says my laugh makes the house feel like home. And when my magic slips—he doesn’t run. He ...