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In the dimension where fire meets ice, my mate waits for me.
And if I don’t go to him, I’ll die.

I know I’m lucky to have a mate at all.
Most would rejoice. Most would run to them.
Not me.
I want to stay with my family.
I was trapped in the veil for the majority of my life, fighting to survive.
And I’m supposed to leave them for a man I don’t know?
I’m tired of Fate making the decisions for me.
Yet…
The ache in my chest becomes too much.
The thirst in my throat becomes unbearable.
The need to mate is a call I can no longer ignore.
Even if I’ve never touched or kissed another.
How will I satisfy him?
Finally, I go to my prince only to learn that I have not one, but two mates.
A dragon and an elf.
Not only do they rule separate kingdoms—they are mortal enemies.
Hatred is rooted deep in my dragon’s fire and my elf guards a secret close to his heart that he refuses to tell.
Forgiveness is the only solution.
And the journey to getting it might be what kills us all.

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What good is keeping a promise when it no longer benefits those you love?

In the heart of the Melsheim Forest, the Enkantian witches are thriving, protected by the magic within Vaasis. But that magic is not enough to shield Mallrie and Cyan Delacroix from living under their oppressive father’s shadow or their mother's stifling expectations. Cyan, having enough of Atherton’s abuse, works with his brother to rid them of their father once and for all. However, the Fates work in mysterious ways, and when one obstacle is removed, another emerges. But a Delacroix always keeps their promise—especially when it comes to revenge.

“If this is love, I can’t imagine how it feels to hate her.”

No one outskates Cat Harvey.

Hips like steel and mean blocks have set her apart as the ultimate weapon for the Devil's Dames Roller Derby league.

A false start–a misstep, is all it takes to blow up her carefully curated life and shove her into the back burner of the squad she’s dedicated her all to.

Being replaced wasn’t part of the plan; especially by a cocky little has-been in a braid and torn pantyhose.

Hate.

Loathing.

Addiction.

They're the only feelings that can bring a skater like Cat to her knees.

The fine line between love and hatred can be crushed, snorted or injected.

But it can’t be ignored.

“If this is love, I can’t imagine how it feels to hate her.”

No one outskates Cat Harvey.

Hips like steel and mean blocks have set her apart as the ultimate weapon for the Devil's Dames Roller Derby league.

A false start–a misstep, is all it takes to blow up her carefully curated life and shove her into the back burner of the squad she’s dedicated her all to.

Being replaced wasn’t part of the plan; especially by a cocky little has-been in a braid and torn pantyhose.

Hate.

Loathing.

Addiction.

They're the only feelings that can bring a skater like Cat to her knees.

The fine line between love and hatred can be crushed, snorted or injected.

But it can’t be ignored.

Denver

Everyone remembers the night the boy band Eleven broke up. Hearts shattered around the world, including my own. I made a mistake, and I’ve been avoiding bandmate Mason Nash ever since. At first it was hard, but eighteen months ago, he made it easier by leaving Hollywood and disappearing. When Eleven reunion talks start, I’m against it completely. I could really do with the publicity, but I don’t want to face Mason again. I’m sure he won’t want to see me either.

Mason

I don’t miss LA or anyone in it. Not even the guys from Eleven. So, when they turn up on my doorstep talking about reunions, the last thing I want to do is hear them out. I hold strong too. Until my eyes land on Denver Smith. My ex-best friend. Two and a half years ago, he ghosted me, and I still don’t know why. I want answers—I miss him—but I don’t want to let him back into my life if there’s a chance he’ll walk away again. 

After fighting and killing dragons for years, Asith Evourin is finally enjoying an early retirement, using his free time to trace the location of his father, who's been missing since Asith's youth. But all that changes when a Bronze dragon lands in a field of his small village. Asith is the only dragon knight who can step up to protect Cairn from the wrath of this beast, but in doing so, Asith is kidnapped by the dragon and brought back to their hoard.

Surprised he hasn't become an instant meal, Asith interrogates the dragon, named Dradevai, to gather enough information to plan an escape. But he doesn't expect Dradevai to be such a lonely, gentle soul. Everything he knows about the dragon knights might be wrong, and befriending this dragon might prove some shocking discoveries, such as the whereabouts of his father.

Recognizing that a close relationship with a dragon might jeopardize their safety, Asith must decide how close to keep Dradevai and how badly he wants to uncover the history of the dragon knights and his homeland.

Knox Whiteshaw is my husband.

He’s also an egotistical psychopath who refuses to divorce me—even when I ask nicely.

It doesn’t matter that I’m trying to move on with the goalie of his NHL team. Knox is dead set on ruining everything.

My upcoming wedding, my future, my sanity…

The man can hold a grudge like no other, and I am public enemy number one. I have been for six years, ever since he threatened me and stormed out of my life.

Now that we’re forced back in each other’s lives, it’s only a matter of who will break first: him or me.

What’s that saying? What goes around, comes around? You torch my house, I demolish yours?

Kohen Osman is a pyromaniac who keeps trying to steal my gig—which is… well, stealing. The difference is, he has sticky fingers because he’s a spoiled brat who thinks he’s better than the family of junkies that live down the block.

I thought life at reform school would be better with neither Kohen or my family anywhere in sight. But my freedom from them was short and not sweet. There’s only so much a person can take before they turn into dust.

One day, he’ll burn for everything he’s done. They all will.

And I’ll be the one who lights the match.

They branded me as a thief – but with everything at stake, they’ll soon find out I’m a fighter.

Sterling Falls is a dark, gothic reverse harem romance series with enemies to lovers, romantic suspense, and new adult themes.

Fighter is book 2 in the Sterling Falls Series and a continuation of Thief - it is not a standalone.

Prose, chapbook, 40 pages, from Bottlecap Features.

“All I have left…” begins the narrator of the title story in Figs, Lukas Tallent’s second collection of flash fiction, where characters are enthralled, trapped, dislodged, and sometimes, redeemed by their incessant want for another.

"Figs is hot and aching. Every story is pulled taut, thrumming with tension: sexual or otherwise. Its characters reach for physical reminders of their desires: discarded still warm t-shirts, lip stained coffee mugs, streaks of body wash clinging to shower walls. They’ve lost something, are hungry, even desperate, to claw it back. By the end of this collection, like them, you’ll want more.

Whoever wins the heart of the most eligible gentleman in London will need to be an extraordinary catch indeed.

London, 1813—fae and humans alike are abuzz whenever Torquil's Tribune drops a juicy new tidbit. At the center of the gossip is handsome fae, Emrys Wrenwhistle, heir to his family's fortune. As speculation over his prospects grows, the search for a suitable spouse begins.

The trouble is, Emrys can't find anyone who measures up to the person he's been secretly seeing for years: the Tribune's witty society writer.

Torquil Pimpernel-Smith is accustomed to using the force of gossip to pull the strings of social influence. So when they are offered a position as the Council's first fae-human member, they readily accept.

However, their first project plunges Torquil into upper class circles rife with snobbery. Facing prejudice head-on is hard enough, without having to hide their true feelings for the eligible Emrys.

As the line of suitors starts to form, the Wrenwhistle family is intent on making a worthy match. Emrys and Torquil's passion burns perfectly in private, but navigating society together will determine if their love is a blaze—or in danger of being extinguished.

Whoever wins the heart of the most eligible gentleman in London will need to be an extraordinary catch indeed.

London, 1813—fae and humans alike are abuzz whenever Torquil's Tribune drops a juicy new tidbit. At the center of the gossip is handsome fae, Emrys Wrenwhistle, heir to his family's fortune. As speculation over his prospects grows, the search for a suitable spouse begins.

The trouble is, Emrys can't find anyone who measures up to the person he's been secretly seeing for years: the Tribune's witty society writer.

Torquil Pimpernel-Smith is accustomed to using the force of gossip to pull the strings of social influence. So when they are offered a position as the Council's first fae-human member, they readily accept.

However, their first project plunges Torquil into upper class circles rife with snobbery. Facing prejudice head-on is hard enough, without having to hide their true feelings for the eligible Emrys.

As the line of suitors starts to form, the Wrenwhistle family is intent on making a worthy match. Emrys and Torquil's passion burns perfectly in private, but navigating society together will determine if their love is a blaze—or in danger of being extinguished.

What happens when a city girl buys a farm and moves to a small town in the middle of nowhere?

River didn’t know what to expect when she packed up and moved to Fires Creek, but she sure wasn’t expecting The Carter boys and their charm.

Jonas Carter was a stubborn, hardworking man with a heart of gold. The only biological child of the oldest family in town, he had a perfect reputation… Until she showed up.

Teddy James (Carter), was adopted into the Carter house when he was a teenager. A seductive, playboy and professional bull rider, Teddy was used to getting what he wanted... and what he wanted was her.

This sweet and spicy, taboo novella will leave you begging for more. Be a good girl, Peach.

Fires Creek is written in Australian English. You may notice some minor spelling differences from US/UK English. Some of these that you may notice are: jewellery vs jewelry, dialled vs dialed and centre vs center. As Fires Creek is set in Australia, you’ll also find interesting slang and cultural references.

A NAMELESS KNIGHT. A CHAMPION'S FALL. A SQUIRE CAUGHT BETWEEN.

When the mysterious Alaric challenges Ser Halden, an undefeated tournament champion who clawed his way up from nothing, their confrontation sparks more than rivalry. Halden's humiliating defeat leaves him keenly aware of the distance between noble and commoner and drives him toward a dangerous fixation on the man who unseated him.

Caught in their orbit is Perrin, Halden’s loyal squire, who has spent years anticipating his knight’s every need. As tensions between the two men escalate, Perrin is torn between his loyalty and desires he can no longer ignore.

Broken Lances: First Tilt is a medieval fantasy romance where pride, power, and desire collide on and off the tournament field, and three men discover that some rivalries burn hottest when the armour comes off.

Perfect for readers who love intense rivals-to-lovers romance and medieval-inspired spectacle.

Eric

Maybe I’ve made a mistake. My cottage, albeit charming, needs nonstop work, the weather’s abysmal, and my last bank account statement simply said, “Bless your heart.” But I don’t regret moving to the Swedish countryside. The job is great, and I’m making friends. Who said Swedes were cold and distant? I only need some cheap firewood to tide me over until the real spring arrives.

Out of nowhere comes rescue—a gorgeous Viking on a tractor. He helps me with firewood and drives me to the hardware store. I shouldn’t be crushing on Björn since he looks as straight as they come. But then the shy hunk of a man turns up on my porch with a bag of cinnamon rolls, blushing…

Björn

Life is uneventful for a gay man in a village of three hundred people, but I like it quiet. I have fifteen thousand hectares of forest to manage, so it’s not like I get bored.

Except now an American from the South bought an old cottage on the edge of my property and he’s shoveling April snow in his sneakers. The good people of Gryta are already betting on when he’ll run back to Stockholm.

Eric is in dire need of help, so here I am, dangling on a ladder, pressure-washing the gutters on his cottage. He’s absolutely charming, gorgeous, and all my wet dreams come true. I wish I could at least slow down my falling in love with him—because what if he leaves?

Gracie had it all.

Her band had just booked a national tour, she was finally off the waitlist for her dream dog, and her girlfriend had popped the question.

The stars had finally aligned—until they didn’t. After a horrific accident, Gracie loses the last five years of her life, including her band, her dog, and her fiancée.

When her girlfriend wakes up from the accident asking for her college boyfriend, Ashley’s grand power-couple plans are put on hold. Confronted with a version of Gracie she had never known, Ashley is left with one question:

When your memory is lost, can the heart still remember?

Davey

In a list of what’s most important to me, three things are right up there at the top. My kids, my husband Mack, and my career I’ve spent my life building. Unfortunately that career has me away from home more than I’d like, and when I refuse to walk away from it, my husband walks away from me instead. 

Living together post-divorce makes sense for us, but it blurs the lines between what we were and what we have. Now that I’ve scored a big promotion and negotiated twelve long weeks at home, memories of our life together haunt me. They make me long for what we had. And now that Mack is moving on with someone else, I’m being faced with the cold truth. I should never have let Mack go, and now it might be too late to get him back. 

Mack

Twelve weeks. It’s the longest Davey has been home since we had the kids, and all it does is remind me of everything I wish I still had. So I decide this is it. I have twelve weeks to remind Davey of everything he lost and hope like hell when I give him the choice between work and me again, that this time he chooses me. 

None of my friends are on board with my plan, and the new guy in town is trying his hardest to win me over. But I can ignore cute notes slipped into my favorite books if it means getting back the man I’ll love forever. 

All I need to do is remind him our life together was perfect. 

Now if only our kids, our friends, and his work would get the memo …

Davey

In a list of what’s most important to me, three things are right up there at the top. My kids, my husband Mack, and my career I’ve spent my life building. Unfortunately that career has me away from home more than I’d like, and when I refuse to walk away from it, my husband walks away from me instead. 

Living together post-divorce makes sense for us, but it blurs the lines between what we were and what we have. Now that I’ve scored a big promotion and negotiated twelve long weeks at home, memories of our life together haunt me. They make me long for what we had. And now that Mack is moving on with someone else, I’m being faced with the cold truth. I should never have let Mack go, and now it might be too late to get him back. 

Mack

Twelve weeks. It’s the longest Davey has been home since we had the kids, and all it does is remind me of everything I wish I still had. So I decide this is it. I have twelve weeks to remind Davey of everything he lost and hope like hell when I give him the choice between work and me again, that this time he chooses me. 

None of my friends are on board with my plan, and the new guy in town is trying his hardest to win me over. But I can ignore cute notes slipped into my favorite books if it means getting back the man I’ll love forever. 

All I need to do is remind him our life together was perfect. 

Now if only our kids, our friends, and his work would get the memo …

Simon

I needed to get the hell out of Big City.

The only reason I was living in this American wasteland was because my mother insisted I reconcile with my estranged father. That the idea came to her while drunk on the French bubbly should have been my sign to stay right where I belonged.

Anywhere but here. Certainly somewhere more fabulous.

When an international job opportunity arises, I jump on board. It’s just a bonus that I’ll be traveling with the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome.

Make that muscular, morally gray, and hopefully, my next conquest.

What’s a casual fling between coworkers, after all? I’m ready for my next big adventure—far from Big City—so if whatever we’re up to is vaguely illegal, I’ll simply turn the other cheek.

It’s not like some superhero is going to swoop in and stop a couple of humans like us.

Wolfgang

I may have orchestrated my villainous parents’ deaths, but that doesn’t mean the crushing weight of my responsibilities is easy to bear.

My sister was the only one of my siblings who knew how badly they treated me. The only one I told how much I despise my powers. Now she’s on the run—leaving me to carry this alone.

But then I meet him. I may have hired Simon Alarie as my assistant, but it’s instantly apparent he’s much more than that. He’s not only intelligent and business savvy, but fiercely loyal, and the tastiest—most forbidden—little thing I’ve ever seen.

Nothing can come of it. Because if I touch him, he dies.

That doesn’t stop me from claiming him as mine. Whether or not this normie knows it, every inch of him—every breath he takes—belongs to me. And anyone who thinks otherwise will meet the Hand of Death.

In a world strictly divided by social class, I’d grown accustomed to my position.

It was luck that took me from a poor farm boy to a servant in the castle, tending one of the Lord’s many Omegas.

Trust me, there are far worse positions than serving a lady in the harem.

As quickly as I came to this position, though, it was taken.

One moment of getting a little too close to the omega I served was enough to land me a prisoner in the dungeons with the others the Lord took favor from.

Kept in cages, tortured or worse for the Lord’s pleasure, we’re seen as little more than animals.

But I’ve had enough. I refuse to spend the rest of my life in this filth, doomed to the hands of a Lord not worthy of his station.

My escape isn’t going to end in me running to hide.

No…I’m taking my place among the alphas, and the little omega that landed me in this dungeon— she’s going to be mine too.