I never wanted to be a hero. I acted on impulse and did a really stupid thing to save a lot of people. And it worked. Except that I wasn't the only one who did a stupid thing that day. After I drank the potion that would have been used to destroy the Tiger Army and possibly all of Stalana, the Tiger Lord did something that had never been done before; he made me a faerie. Yep, that idiot gave me a piece of his soul and then his Goddess used it to transform me into one of them. Now, I'm immortal. Sure, sounds great. But I'm also bound to the man who saved my life. I feel things for him that I...

This Ravyn has the soul of a hawk. My name is Ravyn. I'm a human soldier in a Fae army of shapeshifters run by a warlord. I'm a simple man; I like the three Fs—Feasting, Fighting, and Fu- well, you know the last one. I don't have many expectations for my life beyond those things and that's just fine by me. But when two fae amulets are stolen and only a human can retrieve them, my warlord asks me to help. He is the Hawk Lord—honorable, brave, terrifyingly powerful, and hot enough to set my pants on fire with a single look. That look was all it took to get me to agree to one of the most ...

This warlord's more wolf than man. I'm not a submissive man, but one growl from the Wolf Lord, and I want to bare my throat to his teeth. And I've just become his valorian. Dealing with Vathmar's possessive nature is now my job, and after seeing his soul, I want the position—and every other position he cared to put me in. But the growling, grunting, and baring of teeth was going to get old, and we have more things to worry about than Vath's savage pride. The Farungal, our fearsome enemy, wouldn't stay beaten for long. I needed to find my footing with the Wolf Lord so we could fight this ...

I didn't even like the man whose life I saved. Kardri Vangrarre is my warlord; I serve as a captain in his army—the Leopard Army. I respect him, and even admire him, but I don't like him. At all. He's vain, arrogant, and way too public with his abundant love life. In fact, he was right in the middle of one of his freaky, public orgies when we were attacked. I acted purely on instinct when I pushed him out of the way. I had no idea that I'd get hit instead, or that the green fireball would kill me. The Leopard Lord didn't have to save my life just because I saved his, but that's what he ...

I've dreamed of him for most of my life. Ever since I was a little boy, I've had the same dream; I save a lion from monsters. I've traveled around the world looking for my lion because I knew it wasn't merely a dream; it was a prophecy. But what I didn't know was how literal that prophecy was or how much that lion would come to mean to me. That he would be brave, powerful, honorable, and beautiful enough to make the Gods weep. I didn't know how drastically he would change me. And most of all, I didn't know that those changes would be so great and shocking that they'd threaten to destroy ...

Some men just won't take no for an answer. My life was good. Simple. I had a cushy job in the Falcon Army baking bread and fancy desserts for our warlord. But ever since I saved the Falcon Lord's life, he won't stop hounding me to become his valorian. He doesn't even know if it will work; I might end up with an extended lifespan and that's it. But he insists that I'm meant to be his, and damn if I don't want it to be true. I just wish that becoming the Falcon Lord's valorian didn't include all that other stuff. You know, like immortality and the likelihood that being immortal won't save me ...

I shared my soul to save his life. It seems as if great happiness is for other men. For most of my life, it's eluded me. I get close and then it disappears. But when I watched Sergeant Ryker Drellan slide across an icy battlefield to save my army from an unexpected attack, something inside me began to hope. He gave his life for ours that day, but I brought him back with the help of my soul stone, the Fox Soul. I'm the warlord of the Fox Army—a blended fighting force of faeries and humans. I've been the Fox Lord for many years, but I've never met a soldier like Ryker. He's rash, brave, ...

I will never be weak again. After the man I loved mated a Dragon King, I knew I had to make a fresh start. Rontor may not have loved me, but he did care for me. He taught me to be strong. To know I had value. That I was worthy of being loved. Before I left Vix, I promised him that I would never let a man abuse me, not even a Dragon King. That promise was an integral part of the new life I was building for myself. If I wanted to be happy, I had to be strong. But every time I'm near the Dragon King of Sken, my strength fails me. The last Dragon King I was with had mistreated me and then ...

Hatred sent me into his arms. I don't have a problem with Dragons or even Dragon Kings. The last Dragon King of Vix left my people alone, and that's all I want from one of them. He died at the hands of his goddess, and his throne has sat empty for several months, leaving the Kingdom of Vix to floundered. Crime has grown rampant in the crown city of Nuri, gangs freely roaming the streets, and the courtiers have taken over the castle. My king, the Great Luh of the Ricarri, has delighted in the chaos. But now, word has come that a young Dragon has won the crown. He has a rough task ahead of ...

The Dragons of Serai Series continues in another magical kingdom where cities rise above the clouds and love is as wild as the Dragons who rule. As a Dragon King, I should have little to complain about, but my life has become a monotony. I feel shackled to the throne, trudging through every day hoping for something to change. And then it did. While hunting a monster, I came across Shye. Utterly misnamed, Shye is anything but. He's vivacious, bold, hungry for life, and never hides what he feels. He makes me laugh. I can't remember when I've laughed so much or when I last looked upon my ...

This warlord's more wolf than man. I'm not a submissive man, but one growl from the Wolf Lord, and I want to bare my throat to his teeth. And I've just become his valorian. Dealing with Vathmar's possessive nature is now my job, and after seeing his soul, I want the position—and every other position he cared to put me in. But the growling, grunting, and baring of teeth was going to get old, and we have more things to worry about than Vath's savage pride. The Farungal, our fearsome enemy, wouldn't stay beaten for long. I needed to find my footing with the Wolf Lord so we could fight this ...

I've dreamed of him for most of my life. Ever since I was a little boy, I've had the same dream; I save a lion from monsters. I've traveled around the world looking for my lion because I knew it wasn't merely a dream; it was a prophecy. But what I didn't know was how literal that prophecy was or how much that lion would come to mean to me. That he would be brave, powerful, honorable, and beautiful enough to make the Gods weep. I didn't know how drastically he would change me. And most of all, I didn't know that those changes would be so great and shocking that they'd threaten to destroy ...

This Ravyn has the soul of a hawk. My name is Ravyn. I'm a human soldier in a Fae army of shapeshifters run by a warlord. I'm a simple man; I like the three Fs—Feasting, Fighting, and Fu- well, you know the last one. I don't have many expectations for my life beyond those things and that's just fine by me. But when two fae amulets are stolen and only a human can retrieve them, my warlord asks me to help. He is the Hawk Lord—honorable, brave, terrifyingly powerful, and hot enough to set my pants on fire with a single look. That look was all it took to get me to agree to one of the most ...

Everything changed the day I saved his life. I used to hide my magic. Mainly because I didn't want to be persecuted. I mean, even more so than I already was for being human. Humans aren't supposed to have magic. It's what makes us susceptible to the Corrupter's infection. And I don't just have one type of magic. I have all the elements, even Spirit—the element only Wraith Lords control. At best, the other races of Varr would see me as a mutant. At worst, a threat. Then the Corrupter attacked our village. Two Wraith Lords came to defend us, but despite their superior skill with swords and ...

Some men just won't take no for an answer. My life was good. Simple. I had a cushy job in the Falcon Army baking bread and fancy desserts for our warlord. But ever since I saved the Falcon Lord's life, he won't stop hounding me to become his valorian. He doesn't even know if it will work; I might end up with an extended lifespan and that's it. But he insists that I'm meant to be his, and damn if I don't want it to be true. I just wish that becoming the Falcon Lord's valorian didn't include all that other stuff. You know, like immortality and the likelihood that being immortal won't save me ...