When a snowstorm cancels holiday plans, Steven and Nick have to find another way to make the Yuletide merry. Brown paper packages won’t be the only things getting tied up…
A short story featuring characters from the novel Heart’s Master.
When the Heir to the Firstborn is chosen by the Mother, the lore dictates that they must find their Companions among the tribes, and the first of those shall be Water. But when Aeris, oldest daughter and Heir to Firstborn Aria makes her Progress, her Water is nowhere to be found.
(Originally published as Raven’s Fall)
As the only child of the Raven King and grandson of the Morrigan, Lorcan has known his entire life that he will someday inherit his father’s place and his title.
But the Raven King had an heir before Lorcan’s birth, and Lorcan’s cousin will not relinquish the title without a fight, especially not to a raven shifter with white feathers.
Kidnapped from his home and sold into slavery to fight in the gladiatorial arenas of Rome, Lorcan must learn quickly how to survive in a world where entertainment is murder, diplomacy is betrayal, and love is a commodity.
And where a raven who is only supposed to ever have one mate will somehow find two–the daughter of the man who owns him… and the grandson of the Roman Emperor himself.
Tarjiaan was the sixth prince of war-tossed Meradon, destined to be a simple ship captain like his father. Then tragedy leaves him the only heir, separates him from the man he loves, and forces him into an arranged marriage with the granddaughter of his people’s greatest enemy.
He never expected to fall in love with his bride, or to be reunited with his first love. And when the king is murdered and Tarjiaan captured, the only people who are left to save him are his lover and his wife.
War is all they’ve ever known. To save the Sea Prince, they’ll have to choose love.
Lorcan never asked for glory. Crowned a noble and hailed as a savior after crushing rebellion, he walks the marble halls adored by all—except himself. Haunted by prophetic visions, he sees not triumph, but torment: his family caged, his homeland threatened, and his cousin’s dark ambitions on the rise.
He knows where he must go.
Leaving behind the splendor of Empire, Lorcan returns to the emerald wilds of Eire, where ancient magic stirs and old loyalties are tested. Beside him stand his mates and his chosen kin—fierce, loyal, and willing to follow him into the heart of danger. But the blood that binds can also betray, and the most dangerous enemy may not be on the battlefield… but seated at his own family’s table.
Merlina Sherbourne was ready to close her magical shop for the holidays—until a charming stranger appears at her door carrying a curse and a quiet kind of desperation.
Camber Kincaid never meant to fall under a spell, but one enchanted ring leaves him with no choice but to seek help from a witch he’s never met. With Christmas fast approaching and magic misbehaving, Merlina agrees to help him break the curse… even if it means changing her holiday plans entirely.
What begins as a practical arrangement quickly turns into something warmer. Late-night conversations, gentle magic, and shared meals by the fire draw them closer, and soon Merlina and Camber discover that some connections feel impossibly natural—like they’ve always belonged together. As family secrets surface and old magic stirs, they’ll have to trust not only their spells, but their hearts.
Sweet, tender, and wrapped in holiday charm, Have Yourself a Merry Little Witchmas is a cozy paranormal romance about found family, soft magic, and falling in love when you least expect it.
Perfect for readers who love low-stakes romance, witchy coziness, and comforting seasonal reads to return to year after year.
The Imperial Navy has been destroyed. Now Tarjiaan must save his kingdom. With his beloved Nika by his side and their consort Daanir at his back, he must gather his allies and defeat the traitor hiding beneath the waves. To save his people, Tarjiaan must master his newfound magic, defeat the traitors, and conquer his deepest fears.
The end of the war is in sight, but treachery runs as deep as the ocean.
