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There are two things I’ve always known:Magic is realThe Gods have no mercy for women like me I was born into power although what little I have is dying. Nonetheless, I’ve been protected all my life. There are myths and tales that say one day I will come to a fork in a long, long… Continue reading His in the Dark by Willow Winters
Caspien Deveraux was poison. It took me years to realise that he hadn’t been born like that. He’d been cultivated and nurtured by a careful hand and a bitter heart. When I first met him, he was a bud. One primed to bloom beautifully and deadly. One I should have torn out at the root. I… Continue reading Oleander by Scarlett Drake