Faerie Romance Novels Novels & Stories

The Black Sheep Book 3 Logan and His Twin Mates Book 4 An Unusual Mating of Princess Arielle Book 5 Rebellious Prince Kyvar and His Unique Mates Book 6 Prince Orion and His Special Mate Book 7 Tyrie & Thorne's Warrior Mates Book 8 Harper: The Lost Fae Princess Book 9 Princess Ana Marie and Her Alpha Mate Book 10 Cam & Carl's Broken Mate Book 11 Princess Tabbi & Her Other Mate Book 12

A woman with fiery red hair flowing down her back with a head-dress, and was wearing a richly embroidered gown, personifying the costume of nobility from the Middle Ages, was screaming at the Duke! "I should be eating with you in the hall! You keep me locked on this floor like a prisoner! I am your mistress and should be acknowledged as such!" Mistress?! Why the fuck can't the fairies land me in a time when the descendants of Braxius were single? My Trojan husband was married to a bitch that allowed the Greeks into Troy. My Roman lover had a mistress who tried to embarrass me in front of the Emperor. I don't want any more

Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.

Her brother, thankfully, was out with friends—some last-minute poker night. Good. She padded into the living room, heading straight for the bookshelf Adrian always hovered around. His collection was huge, but it was the bottom shelf she wanted—dark red spines, old bindings. Erotica, classic and poetic. She’d seen the way his eyes lingered on those books when he thought no one was watching. Her fingers brushed one of the worn covers: Venus in Furs. She smirked. Just as she was settling onto the couch with it—tucked into the far corner, legs curled beneath her—she heard a door open.

Immortal Desire - vampire, werewolf, witch - a fantasy-based story with dark romance and erotica (you can take a peek at this if it suits your genre taste) - completed 2. Midnight Feast -werewolf - this is a little dark. I don't know how to say it. See for yourself (I like this so much) -new book/on-going 3. The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going

A pair of iridescent wings fluttered gracefully, revealing the presence of a fairy—a being seldom encountered in the realms of werewolves and vampires. Hera and I exchanged intrigued glances, captivated by the fairy's radiant presence. The creature's eyes sparkled with an otherworldly wisdom, and a voice, gentle as a breeze, spoke, "Alpha Davien, Princess Hera, you carry the energies of the Heartwood within you." Surprised, I responded, "Who are you, and how do you know of our journey to the Heartwood?" The fairy inclined its head, a gesture of acknowledgment. "I am Faelan, a guardian of the ancient magic that resides within these woods. The Heartwood's whispers echo through the realms, and

Yes that must be it. Torin sat thinking about different strategies he could use to try and woo her into spending time with him without looking suspicious. Or having her actually develop feelings. He was very good at keeping feelings out of his flirtations. Little did everybody know, he has never actually slept with any of his conquests. He was simply trying to anger his father. In truth he was hoping to find his own Goddess given Fated Mate. He would settle for no less. He has seen the difference between chosen and Fated. The love from a true bond seemed so much more than a chosen one. Look at his brother. He could barely stand his wife, they had been arranged since birth to keep the Fae roy

As our eyes meet, she rolls her eyes in exasperation, a silent rebuke for appearing with my disheveled appearance. As I descend the steps, I take in the sight of the three assembled faeries, each one bearing the telltale signs of their otherworldly heritage. Like Rhaenan and Valen, they possess the ethereal beauty characteristic of their kind—smooth skin akin to humans, yet with a subtle pointedness to their ears that hints at their true nature. Their attire is as varied as the colors of a rainbow, adorned with intricate designs and vibrant hues that speak to their individuality and status within the Court.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

Dane circled the table and I giggled, ducking out of his reach and spinning around his back before shooting for Xavier again. I managed to read the paper in that time, stopping as my heart melted. List of Rosie. Classic books - including extentions and continuations Dracula, Brothers Grimm, Frankenstein, Alice series. Glass case for her originals. Cooking books - Bug Xav. Fairytales and romance novels - ask Mums - maybe Theo. Expand for sunroom for Rosie and kids.