If Daravi loved Aldania, Olaia knew she would hate it. But she went anyway, and the Black City devoured her. (Sequel to The Wilding Queen)

Rana ran for two days and died when he could no longer run. Olaia ran for three and married the man who killed her brother. ...after she broke his nose.

She's a soldier, he's a socialite. They come from different countries and classes—the deposed princess-turned-fighter and the rich, amiable aristocrat. Only one thing unites them: a goal to win back the throne. That and the marriage vows they've made to protect their common interests. Unfortunately, a fake marriage only works if both parties remain uninterested.

1793: she's audacious and cheeky, a mezzo-soprano who always gets the breeches roles. He's the lion of the revolution, calculating and unsociable. Her heated personality and his cold temperament aren't suited for each other, yet her fiery company is the only company he wants to keep, and she's intrigued by this somber Frenchman, even though he could easily send her to her death.

Fun fact: road trips are hell, especially when the driver is a contract killer and you're the only witness to his crime. Final draft.

A 600-year-old revenant pursues one of the few people in the world that could possibly kill him. He's going to make her love him. And then he's going to devour her. (Sexy zombie smut time!)

Betrothed to a prince she's never met, Orielle runs away and joins a pack of wild bandits. But things get complicated when she falls for their leader: a strange but charismatic man known only as 'Pike.'

I was always his. I just didn't know it yet. (Very loosely based on the Hades/Persephone myth, among other mythologies)

Three years after the witch is defeated, her monsters driven out of the mountain, peace has finally settled. But Baz discovers that something else threatens the clans, while Mora makes contact with a people long forgotten. And Padraig, you ask? He's at home with the bairn. -sequel to "In the High Mountains", still rated M for horny giants, sapphic dwarves, and light bdsm-

He's a giant, I'm not. We both have ferocious tempers, rough manners, and like to fight. Oh, and we were betrothed once, until he broke it off, leaving me with a fun little inferiority complex. Now we have to work together, and I think it's going to take all I have not to murder him and mount his horns on my wall. -light bondage, heavy flirting, and horny *ahem* horned giants-

There's an island where time stands still, a prison for two ancient evils, where villagers with dark secrets and pirates with a reconstructed ship constantly feud. Eva is dropped right in the middle of it, with no memory of how she got there, and no plan to escape. Maybe the pirates will help her? That is, if their captain can manage not to be an irritating prick for five minutes.

I'm a simple guy. I live by four rules: eat, drink, sleep, and keep breathin'. I'm happiest when I've got hot food, strong drink, a couple of shiny guns, and a warm woman in my bunk at night. So how did my life get so complicated? I'll tell you how: I'm fallin' for the new hired gun. Problem is, she don't like me much. Wonder what I need to do to get into those pants of hers...

How did I end up in the woods in the middle of the night, stuck in a snowdrift with a broken leg? And what insanely bad luck is it that my rescuer is the most notorious man in America? We're talking the FBI's Most Wanted here...