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⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐"Intriguing new series that promises revenge and pulse pounding moments. From beginning to conclusion, this is unputdownable!" -Amazon Review


“What the fuck are you doing down here?” The growl catches me off guard.

I whirl, taking a step back—and slip.

 Water encloses me, sucking me down beneath the surface. Frantic, I kick my feet, splashing my arms as I try to get closer to the ledge. But it’s no use. I can’t swim. And now, I’m going to drown.

Strong arms come around me, and I’m crushed against a solid mass. We break the surface, and I suck in a breath as his warmth surrounds me. My blood warms—shoving the panic aside. Ridges of muscle press against my back as Merrick kicks his feet, swimming toward the ledge where I can once again stand.

It’s only then that he releases me.

Water drips from his thick hair, slipping from the thick strands and falling down his chest before disappearing back beneath the surface of the water. He glares at me, yellow-gold eyes narrowed on my face.

 My breath catches, and I’m helpless to look away. His gaze drops to my mouth, then to my breasts, and still, I don’t move. I should cover up, or at least attempt it, but I find myself helpless to do anything because, despite all of his cool dismissals, a part of me hopes he likes what he sees.

And that want brings guilt crashing down on top of me. Guilt because I was sold to him by the same man who murdered the one I loved. The one I should have been sharing moments like this with.

He closes his eyes, and a low growl escapes his lips. “Can you not swim?” he demands, eyes still closed.

It’s wrong, but I still yearn for his eyes to open again. “No. I never had a chance.”

Now they do open, but they’re filled with anger. “Yet you wander down here alone? Have you no regard for your life?”

“Excuse me, but I’ve managed to keep myself alive thus far. I was doing just fine until you scared me!” I yell the words back, but they bring no reaction from him.

“Must have been terribly difficult,” he snarls, “to keep yourself alive while being tended to by a dozen handmaids behind the secure walls of a fortress.”

His insult is a slap to someone who has only ever done what she can to survive. I promised my mother, promised her on her death bed that I would make it. That I would do anything I had to do in order to live—a promise I’ve successfully kept every day since.

“You know nothing of me or my upbringing,” I shoot back.

A muscle in Merrick’s jaw flexes, and his upper lip pulls up in a look of complete disgust. “You should not be down here,” he growls back. “Not only are the rocks treacherous if you cannot swim, but this is also my space. It is forbidden to anyone but me."

I ignore the second half of his rant and focus only on the first. “Because you care so deeply should that happen, Alpha?” I cannot help but taunt him, pressing his buttons because the look he gives me—is absolutely thrilling.

Now, he smiles, and my chest constricts. “I do not care what happens to you,” he replies. “You are a mere payment. But retrieving your body so it does not taint this spring would be more effort than I care to exert.” He brushes past me, his muscled arm grazing my bare one as he leaves the water.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐"Rough, harsh, and a dangerously exciting story that will have your feelings all over the place. The world created is vibrant and illuminating with dark undertones and I loved it." -Amazon Review

Main Tropes

  • Shifter Romance
  • Forced Marriage
  • Enemies to Lovers
  • Found Family
  • Cursed Alpha
  • Spicy Romantic Fantasy

Shadow Cursed Synopsis

Merrick Umbra is the sexiest man I've ever laid eyes on.

A man with the body of a warrior and golden eyes that miss nothing.

He’s also rumored to be a complete savage.

So when I’m handed over to him like some sort of property to own, I'm determined not to let this marriage be the end of my life.

If I’m going to survive, I have to find out just what makes my new husband so feared.

However, the more secrets I unearth, the more I'm desperate to win the heart of this savage.

Even if it means sacrificing my own.

Shadow Cursed Intro

“What is it you need, My King?”

He turns to me. “It seems you are finally going to be worth the trouble it has been to keep you here.”

A shiver runs up my spine as a cool smile stretches across his face. For years, I’ve longed for a purpose. Something that went beyond merely standing silently beside the man who convinced an entire kingdom I was his daughter. However, I very much doubt the purpose he is going to give me will leave me any better than I am now.

Especially given Barclay’s dark smile.

“What are you to do with her?” Bonnie bursts into the room, having clearly been eavesdropping.

Ezra’s hand grips the hilt of his blade tighter, eyes widening as he stares at his wife. Adrenaline pulses through my body. If the king takes what she just did at heart, he could call for her punishment. Or worse-execution.

“Hold your tongue, and recall your place,” he snaps then leans back in his seat and turns to me. “There is a man who is well revered by both kingdoms. He lives on his own lands, though he is no king.”

I shiver. There is only one man he could be speaking of. One man—whose barbaric reputation proceeds even those attacking us from the Feral Swamps.

King Julius smiles. “I see you understand who I am speaking of.”

Bonnie gasps. “You cannot be serious, My King. That brute—”

A crack fills the room, and I ball up my fists as Pallgard lowers his hand. Bonnie’s cheek is bright red, her eyes hard, though she doesn’t whimper.

Ezra snarls. “Touch her again, and I will remove your fucking hand from your wrist.”

The king holds up a hand to silence his guard. “Pallgard, that was uncalled for.”

“She disrespected you, My King.”

“And should I feel she needs to be punished for speaking out of turn, do you not think I can handle it myself?”

Pallgard looks positively furious, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, eyes hard as he glares at Ezra. “Yes, My King.”

“Thank you.” The king shifts his gaze to Bonnie. “If I must remind you again, the punishment will be far greater.” He returns his attention to me. “Merrick Umbra is not to be trifled with. He sells his protection to whomever needs it. He is brutal enough that no one shall challenge my leadership but has his own lands and no need for mine. It is a rather perfect scenario.”

“What is his price?” I ask the question, already fearing the answer. Protection such as the king seeks will likely not come cheap. And as the stories have told it, Merrick is a brute. A man in no desperate need of any coin or lands.

His entire family has ruled the Shadow Lands without the title of king because of the fact that the kingdoms fear him. No king will cross him, no man foolish enough to try.

“What do you give a man who has no need for coin or lands?” The king replies with a grin. “I am going to offer him you.”

I barely manage to stifle my shocked gasp. My gaze meets Ezra, who—based on the harsh set of his jaw—already knew it was coming. Barclay, however, is absolutely shocked, and his look of complete displeasure brings me the utmost joy, even in a moment where I am helpless to save myself.

 Then, I shift my attention to Bonnie. Eyes full of tears, she opens her mouth to respond, but I shake my head, a silent plea for her to remain quiet. She knows as well as I do that, when the king has made up his mind, there will be no changing it. No matter how hard we try.

“You are going to sell me? To a man who has a brutal reputation that spans an entire realm?”

 “You are my daughter,” the king replies. “A princess preparing to be queen. What a prize you will make for an unwed man such as him. A man seeking an heir.”

“And what of these lands?” I demand. “You have no one to rule them once I’m gone.”

“Oh, but I will.” He stands. “Leave this room. All of you.”

Ezra is the first to move. He crosses the room and puts himself between Pallgard and Bonnie, and then the two of them leave. Pallgard moves after them, Barclay following. The heavy door closes behind them all, leaving me inside what might as well be a lion’s den.

The king begins to pace. “I took you in off the streets. Fed you. Clothed you. Treated you as a princess. And now, I offer you a husband who will give you title and wealth.” He stops directly in front of me.  “For all of that, I will be collecting a price.”

“And what price is that?” I somehow manage, despite the growing lump in my throat.

He grins. “When your new husband impregnates you, that child will be mine.”

I stiffen, unsure which bothers me more. The idea of bedding a bloodthirsty mercenary or handing over my child to the murdering king before me. Perhaps both are equally disturbing realities.

And both leave my future completely out of my control. My throat constricts as tears blur my vision. I don’t know why I’m surprised, though. My destiny has never been mine. It has belonged to this man since he pulled me from the streets after my mother died.

“You expect me to give you my child?” I choke out.

“I demand it,” he retorts.

Shaking my head, I try like hell to process just how screwed I’ve become in a manner of seconds.

Merrick is not a secret. He’s a man who has left heads on spikes at the border of his property—a warning that no king shall enter. He kills without mercy and with little reason, a man who revels in the bloodlust. As, rumor has it, his father and grandfather did before him.

“And you believe my new husband would allow that to happen? He has killed for far less.”

“Merrick will not need to know,” the king replies, tone low. “Because you will not tell him of your promise to me, nor will you reveal your true parentage, Kiya. Should you do either, disastrous consequences would befall you.”

“My death?” I presume.


“Then explain to me how I am supposed to hand over a child and have my new husband not notice?”

The king considers my words then stops pacing and faces me. “When you miss your first cycle, you will send me a message to let me know. I will send word that I am ill and need you home. You will return and have the child here. Then, Merrick will be none the wiser.”

Tears burn in my eyes as hatred far more potent than anything I’ve ever felt taints my soul. “You expect me to marry a brute and give up my child? What did I ever do to deserve such hatred?”

“I don’t hate you, Kiya,” he says calmly. “But I brought you here to serve a purpose, and so far, you do nothing but live in my house, wear clothes that were meant for my child, and eat food provided to you by me. Now, it is your turn to repay all those favors.”

“Favors?” The word comes out far weaker than I would have appreciated. “You call being treated like trash a favor? Barclay won’t keep his hands off of me. Pallgard is no better with the looks he grants me. I’m never allowed to leave.” I stalk toward him, fury in my veins. “And the one person who made it all bearable, the one person I loved—you stole from me.” I choke on the words, tears slipping down my cheeks.

The king glares at me.

“You had him executed. Right in front of me.”

“It was never up to you to decide who got to fuck you,” he snaps. “Be glad I’m sending you off because, if the brute doesn’t accept my offer, I might just allow Barclay to make good use of you.” He shoves past me.

I grab his arm.

His free hand cracks across my cheek with enough force to send me stumbling backward. “Please don’t do this.”

“It’s already done,” he growls. “Pack lightly, Princess. Nothing you take with you was ever yours.”

Assassins of Cambrexia Synopsis

Sienna has spent her life claiming the lives of men the Magick Council has ordered her to kill. Now, she must do all she can to remain breathing.

When Sienna discovers the people, she's enslaved to are harboring secrets far darker than even she would have thought possible, she has no choice but to turn to the man they sent her to kill for help.

On the surface, Daxon Ward is everything Sienna hates. A guardian, it is his duty to keep magick like hers in check. At all costs. But when she looks at him, Sienna cannot see past the code of honor that speaks to the woman she used to be.

When an impossible situation turns deadly, Sienna's life hangs in the balance. And the only one who has a chance to save her is the very man who has every reason to want her dead.

Assassins of Cambrexia Intro

Two hours late. Perched atop a pine deep in the heart of the Terebrix forest, Sienna Faremin rolled her shoulders, groaning with relief as the bones popped and some of the stiffness eased.

Three hours she’d been sitting on this branch, waiting for her marks to show up. She’d even arrived an hour early just to be sure she wouldn’t miss them. It was just like creatures of the night to be late to their own damn meeting. Selfish, bloodthirsty bastards.

Reaching into her pack, Sienna removed a package of dried fruit and stuffed part of a pear into her mouth. The sweetness still preserved in the drying process was lost on her as she waited.

Typically, her orders came from the Magick Council made up of a group of Sages. They were humans born with power, who oversaw all magickal issues within the realm. They spent decades being trained for the position, only to hold it until death or retirement. Their choice.

And the bastards owned her. Until death do them part—or her sentence ran out. She’d bet everything it would be the former.

This time though, it had been the Non-Magick Council who’d reached out and let her know that this particular meeting was of the utmost importance to the king.

They’d even promised to put in a good word for her in exchange for her discretion.

Dangling her freedom in front of her like a fucking carrot, knowing she’d jump right on it.

Since this meeting was supposed to be taking place between a Werewolf and a Vampire—two species that tended to despise each other—it was believed they were plotting an attack, and the Non-Magick Council worried an overthrow attempt was imminent.

After the destruction of the Guardian academy six months prior, there was no large army waiting in the wings to stand up against the creatures. Not that they could’ve done much if the magicks decided to go against the realm.

The Guardian blood made them impervious to Sage battle magick—like hers—and meant they wouldn’t be turned by the bites of bloodsuckers or Wolf men like the two late arrivals to tonight’s rendezvous. They also healed quicker than most and were supposed to be master swordsmen.

But none of that meant they couldn’t die. Everything died, a fact she knew all too well.

Six months of waiting for answers, and not even the Magick Council, nor the Non-Magick Council, had any idea who ordered the slaughter or anything about her involvement in rescuing the only two survivors.

No one could know she’d been there.

Sienna clenched her fist as the gruesome images fought their way to the surface of her mind. No time for that. Not right now when she needed to focus.

Her own agenda had been futile when the first of the screams tore through the silent halls. Then, all she could think about was getting out undetected. The realm still believed it had been a freak accident that caused the academy to burn to the ground and claimed the lives of over a thousand of the realm’s protectors and their family members.

 More than a hundred Guardian lines were wiped out that night. Meaning whoever had orchestrated the entire thing managed to nearly decimate the Guardian force, leaving a gaping hole in the realm’s protection. It would be decades—if not longer—before the lines were rebuilt. That’s if it were even possible. As far as she knew, the only remaining members of the bloodline—other than the two she’d rescued—were holed up in the center of Cambria, having retreated to the safety of the realm’s capital as soon as word of the so-called accident spread. Other than the Guardians still on the king’s payroll, there were only three families left.

Truthfully, she couldn’t care less whether they rebuilt or not. Most Guardians were just as much murderers as they were heroes. They despised all magick, would see it wiped from the realm if given the chance, which was ironic seeing as how their very blood contains magick-resistence which is its own form of power.

Still, she’d seen the carnage firsthand, and it ranked among the highest atrocities she’d witnessed while working for the council. So many dead—men, women, children—and for what? So magick could reclaim the realm?

Even she saw that as a horrible idea. Magick shouldn’t fully govern magick. There had to be balance. If the king fell, chaos would reign, and the creatures of the night would take over. Sages wouldn’t stand a chance against what waited should the structure crumble. They were just as much targets as those who didn’t belong to her side of the realm.

She shivered at the thought. Bloodthirsty creatures with nothing to keep them at bay. They despised Sage magick, for it was the only thing keeping them from running rampant through the realm. Guardians may not be able to be turned, but they couldn’t keep the Wolves and Vamps at bay without Sage power.

A breeze ruffled the trees, filling her nose with the scent of pine and the coming rain. Sienna closed her eyes for a moment, drinking it in. Being outside was preferable to her room in Amber Isle. There, it was stuffy, the four walls making it seem as though she had all the freedom in the realm when, in reality, she was nothing but a glorified prisoner.

She might as well still be in chains.

Sienna shook her head. Will not go back there.

Breathing deeply, she stifled a cough when another scent filled her lungs. Vampires typically didn’t smell, but some Werewolves—the most brutal of the packs—carried the stench of their dead with them.

Seems the party had finally arrived. Peering into the darkness, Sienna could barely make out two figures walking toward her from different sides of the forest. They made nearly no sound, strolling cautiously, and if it weren’t for her elevated senses, she might have believed the occasional crunching of the leaves was nothing but a stag or other forest animal.

Watching carefully so she didn’t lose sight, she waited until the creatures were in place below a tree three to the south of her.

As soon as they stopped, Sienna jumped from her branch, soft boots hitting the ground soundlessly, and activated a spell that would keep her invisible to them—or rather make them not interested in her presence. They wouldn’t even be able to catch her scent.

If someone chose to look past the cloak though, they would see her standing just beside the tree, listening to everything that was being said. Luckily for her, very few creatures in the realm possessed that trick. In her longer than normal life, she’d only met three who had.

And none of them lived to tell about it.

“I told you we shouldn’t meet out in the open like this,” the Vampire said, looking around nervously. His blood-red eyes looked right past her and on into the tree line.

The Wolf transformed into man, completely unashamed at his nakedness in the moonlight. “Does this look public to you?” He raised his arms and looked around, staring right past Sienna.

Arrogant bastard. If ever there were a species in the realm she despised above all others, it was the Werewolves. Vampires were bad enough, but at least they didn’t leave their prey ripped to shreds. They simply fed on them until they grew bored or their victims died. Werewolves enjoyed the pain they inflicted. Animals.

“It’s open enough. We could be spotted.”

“By someone in the woods?” He chuckled. “These are my woods, Ghast, I would know if someone were sneaking about.”

Sienna simply shook her head. If only you knew. She hadn’t received orders to kill him, but she also hadn’t been told not to. When this was over, she might just end his life even if it only meant one less of the bastards were out in the world.

“Still—” Ghast started but was cut off by the Werewolves’ next words.

“And I told you what I have to say can’t wait.”

The Vampire eyed him suspiciously. “It had better be good.”

The Werewolf grinned and ran a hand through his shoulder-length, brown hair. “Would you consider information on the genius who orchestrated the academy attack important?”

Sienna straightened, inching closer to hear better. This could very well be the first lead she’d had in months.

Ghast shook his head and folded his arms. “Impossible. No one knows.”

The Wolf grinned, showing off shiny white teeth. “I do. And I also know it won’t be the last.”

The Vamp was silent a moment, clearly weighing the Wolf’s words. “Who did, then?”

“First, I need to know whose side you’re on.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Can we count on you? Can we count on your support?”

“Support? What’s going on?”

“There’s a war coming,” the Werewolf said, stepping closer. The Vampire held his ground. “A war that will change everything.”

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