Death slays me, and I let him . . .
Kingdoms are broken. The world has shifted.
We are not the same as we once were.
The queen is no longer the queen, but I am expected to take her place. The tricky part is I'm not sure I want that responsibility. My heart screams for Death while he stays as far away as possible, believing in the prophecy, whereas I believe in us.
But sometimes, that simply isn't enough.
The real question now is . . . what do I do?
Contains mature themes.
The prophecy foretold of the true queen . . .
In the new world, where the old world is long forgotten, an evil queen sits on the throne, and anyone who challenges her reign is a mortal enemy-I am that enemy just by breathing. The queen always gets what she wants, and she wants me dead.
Then one day, my life is turned upside down by a prophecy naming me the one true queen. I was oblivious to the true roles of the two men in my life-the Angel of Light and the Angel of Death-as my existence hung in the balance. One man there to save me, the other to claim me should the queen succeed in her quest for my blood.
But every time she nearly succeeds in my demise, my dark angel swoops in, pulling me back to safety. Making the world stop. Pulling everything back in balance.
Tired of being hunted by the vampires, slaves to the queen, I decide to fight back. It's the only way to survive. I'm going to tear down the wards one by one and free my allies-the witches and the wolves-and then I'm going to force the queen from the safety of her castle and claim what's rightfully mine.
Her kingdom. Her throne. Her crown.
Contains mature themes.
Distorted Love, book 1:
I loved him from the age of 16. Hated him from the age of 18. He disappeared at the age of 19.
We started off as enemies, then fast became lovers. But our story isn’t a happily ever after. It was a story of a king and a peasant. Can you guess which I was? I knew we weren’t meant to be. You see, he fell in love with her first. He loved me last. I'm not someone’s second choice. Not even for the boy who stole my heart. I'm someone’s first. Now, I just have to remember that.
Sinister Love, book 2:
He was a drug I couldn’t kick. I’d overdosed on him before. It didn’t turn out well.
I was stupid enough to let him crack my heart, in hopes we would fall off the same cliff together. No matter how much my idiotic heart wanted to love him, my head knew better. He didn’t choose me. He chose her. That’s where the problem started. Maybe that’s how it should end.
