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From the minds that brought you the Gilded Blood and Hell In Haven series, comes a contemporary fantasy satire like no other...Chet Williams, a fantasy-writer extraordinaire in his own mind, has been rejected one too many times. For too long, his genius has gone unnoticed. But when Chet stumbles upon a secret that would shake the publishing world to its core, his ambitions are finally realized...for better or for worse.Come experience the greatest romance of all time: the love which self-absorbed author Chet Williams has for himself.

The thrilling sequel and prequel to The Girl Who Talks to Ashes...It's been three years since Lilah Quinn stumbled upon the bones of her biological mother, thereby solving the mystery of Willow's long-forgotten disappearance. Since then, Lilah has been working off-book as Sheriff Reid's star detective, solving decades-old cold cases with the help of those closest to the crimes - the victims themselves.But when Lilah's newest case hits a dead end, she's forced to do something she's never done before: speak to the murderer himself. Unfortunately, his "ghost" isn't interested in helping her, nor is he willing to play by her rules. Because, unlike all the others, this ghost is able to exist apart from his bones, untethered even by time.And now that he's been freed, he's got a bone to pick.

War is coming - and this time, I swear it's not my fault.Sol and his reanimated Unseelie army are hell-bent on destroying the Seelies once and for all. Worse, he's stolen the most priceless relic in this land - Zayn's grimoire - along with my magic-unleashing gilded blood.Oh yeah, and Sol's claim is slowly killing me (though I'm so pent-up, I might actually die of horniness first).But not all hope is lost. I somehow led the elves through the mountain, arriving at the Summer Palace in one battered, weary piece. Bonus points: I've expanded our ad hoc army by two hundred more soldiers - never mind the fact they're completely untrained, three-foot-tall tommyknockers.And, for better or worse, while Zayn was busy prepping the castle for battle, my loud-mouthed Jewish mother gained the "support" of our equally-shrill family members. Unfortunately, banshees have the power to predict the future, and our outlook isn't looking so good.The only way we'll survive the impending war is by finding some mysterious "ally" in the most inhospitable, remote corner of the Fae Realm: a ghost from Zayn's past who will either help lead the Seelies to salvation...or doom us all.

Feral, a retired war hero with ancient bones and thinning scales, has been living in a dragon retirement home for several centuries. There, his daily routine is always the same: wake up with creaky joints, force down the stale protein bars from Bites of Knights, avoid the caterwauling old females on the shuffleboard court, and then return to bed to dream of flying.But when a tiny stray human shows up at his front boulder, Feral's ho-hum world is turned upside down. Once a tentative agreement not to eat this strange little 'morsel' is forged, the two of them embark on a journey for applesauce that ends with each of them saving the other's life - in more ways than one.THE LITTLE MORSEL is a warm, lighthearted adventure that shines a delicate light on loneliness, neglect, found family, and purpose. Multifaceted and relatable, it is a story that can be enjoyed by children and adults alike.

A lot can change in a week.Seven days ago, I was just Talia - an art school drop-out with an affinity for tattoos, a hopeless crush on my boss, and a knack for finding trouble.Now, I'm a gold-blooded, magic-harnessing, Runemaster-in-training.The good news is, all of that has resulted in one hell of a promotion. Instead of sweeping floors, I'm sweeping swarms of venomous squatters out of castles. I've been enrolled in accelerated, hands-on rune lessons - super handy for those, like me, who are death-adverse. Oh, and I'd be remiss if I didn't mention my incu-boss's upgraded benefits "package," which has been particularly generous.Sadly, promotions aren't just about the perks. There are increased responsibilities as well: amassing a magical army alongside the newfound fae king, repairing centuries-old divisions among the Seelies and Unseelies, and vanquishing a completely unhinged demon lord whose ego may have gotten the teensiest bit damaged when I became the first woman with a pulse to ever spurn his advances (oh, and nearly kill him too).But hey, when you're the most coveted tattoo artist in two realms, it's all in a day's work.

I keep telling myself things could be worse.Okay, so my mom's been harboring some hefty family secrets. Big deal.And, yeah, maybe there are still two or three teensy details about Zayn that I don't know - his backstory, his private life, or his real name, for starters.Oh, and let's not forget that there's a bloodthirsty, power-hungry, magical mob boss who's due to appear at any moment. No biggie.So long as there are no more family bombshells, incubus-related heartbreaks, or unexpected, terrifying journeys into the Fae Realm, I'll be completely fine. Because, as I've already reminded myself at least twelve times since breakfast, there's no way things could possibly get worse....Right?