Four Great Classical Novels

Seven Classic Faery Tales are given a very adult makeover. You are entering a world of myth, magic, and Immortals. Throw in the humans for the added spice of erotica and violence. Mix together and you have dark adult faery tales ........ Do not read if easily offended!

Felix Cambridge couldn't believe it. Along with the dukedom of Twyford, he-London's most notorious rogue-had inherited wardship of four devilishly attractive sisters! Including the irresistible Margaret Fleming. The eldest Fleming was everything he had wanted in a woman, but even Felix couldn't seduce his own ward...or could he? After all, he did have a substantial reputation to protect. And what better challenge than the one woman capable of stealing his heart?

He is the most terrifying man in the Empire—Hadrian, the Lord Protector. Cold, ruthless, and dictatorial, he rules the chaotic world with an iron fist, crushing rebellions without mercy. To the world, he is a monster devoid of human emotion; a tyrant who bathes in blood. She is a rose growing in the mire—an ordinary, low-born girl struggling to survive in the slums. She possesses nothing but her pride and a fragile life. Their worlds should never have collided. But in a twist of fate amidst the smoke of revolution, the lofty Dictator set his eyes on the humble commoner. He didn't know how to love, so he used the only method he knew: Conquest. He clipped her wings, trapped her in his gilded cage, and forced her to bloom only for him. "You fear me," Hadrian whispered, his fingers tracing her trembling lips. "Good. Because in this lifetime, you will never escape me." In a game of power and submission, can a tyrant learn to kneel for love? And can a bird in a cage tame the beast?

For centuries, the four Elven kingdoms of Greenborne, Windrider, Frostborne and Mirefolk have been bound together by King Arion’s Decree, a political pact enforcing marriages between realms to preserve peace. As the four Greenborne princesses come of age, each is sent toward a future decided long before she was born. None of them are prepared for how deeply desire will disrupt duty. Loren, the eldest, is betrothed to the Prince of Windrider. Fierce and determined, she clashes with his cousin, the proud Duke Alix, a man whose presence challenges her control. What begins as hostility unravels into something far more dangerous. In a true enemies to lovers romance, Loren is forced to choose between duty and the pull of her own heart. Sybille, the second princess, is sent north to Frostborne already in love with a man she cannot have. In the icy court of a powerful king, she becomes a queen but remains anchored to her past, unable to give up her childhood lover, her adopted brother. Her story becomes one of betrayal, sacrifice and the devastation of choices made for duty rather than desire. Rowan, the most practical of the sisters, approaches marriage with logic rather than passion. But when she is drawn into a love triangle involving a charming nobleman and a loyal companion she is forced to reconsider everything she believes about love, stability and trust. Mariselle, the youngest, enters Mirefolk through scandal and a forced marriage. Headstrong and untamed, she clashes with her new husband in a union defined by conflict and reluctant attraction, threatening to consume them both as they try to outwit and outmanoeuvre each other. All four sisters discover the Marriage Decree was never just about duty, but about the cost of desire itself and the price to be paid. ROMANTASY

On Mount Olympus, one law is ironclad: a god must never fall in love with a mortal. But Aresios, the God of War and heir to the King of the Gods, bound his very soul to mine. For me, he endured ninety-nine bolts of divine lightning and knelt before the Olympian altar for three days and three nights. Ichor soaked his armor, yet he smiled and kissed my lips. "Elara, don't be afraid. I want only you." The gods finally relented, on one condition: he had to leave behind a pure-blooded divine heir. After that, the words I heard most from Aresios were, "Just wait a little longer." The first time, it was to wait while he bedded another goddess. He and Cassia, the Goddess of Fate, lay together for thirty nights, until his golden ichor quickened in her womb. The second time, he told me to wait. Their first child was a girl, unable to inherit his divine mantle. The gods demanded a son. So he lay with Cassia for another ninety-nine nights, until she once again conceived a divine child. Just when I thought the ordeal was over, their newborn daughter was struck by Hydra's venom. The entire divine realm was convinced I had done it. As I was thrown into a cold bronze cage by the river Cocytus, Aresios stood outside the door, his eyes crimson. "You know what Hydra's venom does to an infant god. Why would you harm our daughter?" That one word. Our daughter. I was too numb to feel the pain. When the bronze cage door opened again, I unclenched my blood-drenched fists. This time, I would not wait.

He is the God of Justice. A God of Retribution and Vengeance. And he has waited centuries for blood to awaken him... Bound to him by a pact she doesn’t fully understand, Aliana becomes both his Master and his prisoner. He is ruthless, intoxicating, and impossibly beautiful… but he is no hero. He judges, he condemns, and he kills without hesitation. And now his hunger is fixed on her...