Novels by Barbie

ULRICH’S POV ULRICH COULDN’T BELIEVE HE WAS MATED TO AVAMPIRE KING, MAGI PRINCE, AND A WEREWOLF. Inactuality, he’d always had his suspicions—but nothing could have prepared him for it. The vampire king, Salem, was a Blue Blood who’d had everything taken from him by the Hunters. When Ulrich looked at the vampire, he saw strength and resilience—a man whose heart was raw with feeling and yearning for justice. How else could Salem have stood up tothousands of angry vampires just seconds after meeting Ulrich, Thoren, and Cecil? Sure, the dreams might’ve helped build intimacy between the four of them, but they’d still spent most of their lives apart. Ulrich hadn’t expected earning Salem’s approval so quickly, but accepted it nonetheless.Then there was the magi—and not just any magi—but the son of the witch who cursed Salem’s kingdom. Cecil’s magical display at the summoning ceremony impressed Ulrich, who was unaccustomed to witchcraft beyond his dragon bubble. Yet what he lacked in pra

SALEM’S POV AFTER DINNER, SALEM SLEPT WELL. REALLY WELL. When he woke the following morning, he had an idea why. All three of his mates were snuggled beneath his bedsheets. They snored softly, curled up around Salem as if to keep him safe and warm. Ulrich, the dragon-shifter, had his strong arms wrapped around Salem’s waist, spooning him from behind. Ulrich’s breath ticked the king’s ear and sent blood rushing to his nether regions. A low groan escaped his parched lips. If Salem risked staying in bed any longer, the others would wake up to a very sticky mess. Salem carefully and quietly pulled himself out from under the entangled arms and legs of his mates and tiptoed downstairs. He found Valencia hard at work in the kitchen. The smell of breakfast made his mouth water. Several traditional breakfast dishes—mainly proteins, like fried eggs and slices of seared pork belly, and vegetables—sat prepared on the island in the center of the kitchen. She was working on finishing touches w

SALEM’S POV A WEEK OF PREPARATION FLEW BY IN A FLASH. NOW, IT WAS SHOW TIME. The grounds of the Summers’ mansion bustled with guests waiting to watch the ceremony. Salem had already seen the work Valencia put in to decorate the estate. Her decorative efforts left no stone unturned. The Summers’ estate had transformed—otherworldly—by the time the vampire’s housemaid finished.Outside, the mansion loomed over the outer courtyard, casting shadows along the manicured grass. Valencia threaded magical lights through the trees which lined the outskirts of the property. The stone walkways pavedthroughout the estate’s vast grounds were inscribed with magic symbols that lit up as one walked along them—with one exception. A finely woven red carpet spanned from the estate’s door to the middle of the courtyard where the ritual would take place. Among other aesthetic choices, Valenciahad also catered food and drink for the guests and hired capable vampires to man the stations.Salem tried to ask

Salem’s POVSALEM WAS HAVING ONE OF THOSE DREAMS AGAIN—the kind where three drop-dead gorgeous men fucked him silly. He’d been having them on a reoccurring basis since puberty—a long time for a vampire as old as he was.His dreams always featured the same three men, whom Salem lovingly referred to as Red, Blondie, and Wolf-Eyes, respectively. Red had long, auburn hair, a matching beard, and passionate, smoldering eyes. Blondie was nurturing and strong, with cute dimples, a baby face, and short blondhair that hung in his face. Wolf-Eyes’ nickname was self-explanatory, but the man had a body to drool over and a dirty blond comb-over that stood up to their naughty dreamlike escapades.The first time he met them in his dreams, Salem knew in his heart of hearts these men were his fated mates—and how he pined for them—but for the vampire king, meeting them was impossible.Everyone expected Salem to find a lifelong partner. He knew his people would be happy if he settled down, but two enorm