The fight for freedom ignites… The heroes of the realm are desperately trying to sustain the resistance, but the king's armies are at the gates. The prophecy warns that blood will be shed in the battle of good against evil, and that prophecy is rapidly coming true. Keanu is trapped within a downward spiral he can't escape, while his cousin, Soran, tries to save him during a war of which they cannot win. Soon, all of them will have to choose between what is right and what is easy in a fight of epic proportions unlike any they have ever seen. Meanwhile, across the ocean, Reagan is lost within the depths of the Verinian Forest. To outrun the vampire-shifter hybrids that track her every move, she'll have to align with an unlikely ally, and seek sanctuary within the kingdom of the elves… who seek to make a bargain. Each hero will fight for the liberation of the realm, or die protecting it. Friends will be reunited, lost, and redeemed as each of our heroes comes to meet their fate…

Anna, an American born beauty, and her Uncle Ivan, her mothers only brother, find more than their share of love, loss, and excitement, during a bloody war. A German war that would become World War II, leaving an indelible mark in the history of the world. Anna had come to Germany to learn more about her mother, who had died tragically when she was very young. Ivan, after years of estrangement from Anna and her father, offered them both a welcome. Not just to Germany, but also to a place he had long thought was stone cold, his heart. Together, Anna and Ivan learned about each other; Anna found out about her true self, and just how much courage and decency there was in a world turned upside down by hatred. Follow a girl who turns into a woman, a leader, and to many, a hero, during a time when heroes were called, Sir, and Vixens were in the shadows.

Reproduction of the original: Vixen by M.E Braddon

Enjoy this spicey enemies to lovers romance by International Bestselling regency author Laura A. Barnes ... Sometimes one must spark the flame to ignite the hidden passion. A fiery spinster. An irritating gentleman. One scandalous night filled with indulging in their desires. Eden Worthington strode through the London ballrooms with the confidence of an independent lady. She didn’t believe in the foolish notion of soul mates, nor did she wish to fall victim to the Marriage Mart. Eden was perfectly content to live her life free from a husband’s demands and help her brother with his detective agency. She refused to allow the attraction of a certain infuriating gentleman to ruin her plans. No matter how much she craved his lips upon hers. However, after an evening spent in decadent sin with the irresistible marquess, Eden was powerless to resist her fate. Could Eden open her heart to the love within her grasp? Victor Falcone wanted his freedom to be his own man, not one controlled by others. He spent the past few years redeeming for his sins. Now he only wanted to secure himself a bride to ease his loneliness. But first he must finish his final mission to destroy the villain terrorizing England. However, he found himself distracted by a lady who only ever snarled at him. A snarl he wished to kiss away. When Victor gave into the temptation of his desire for Eden, he discovered their hostility was really a hidden passion waiting to be explored. Could he put his arrogance to the side to show Eden how they are soul mates? A lady who hides behind her snarls. A gentleman who uses his smirks to annoy. Would they forgo their differences to discover an untamed passion filled with undeniable love? Or would they continue to hold contempt for one another? The Fiery Vixen is the third novel in the Fate of the Worthingtons Series. For fans of Bronwen Evans, Eva Devon, or Jane McGuire, this is an enemies to lovers romance filled with spicey swoonworthy scenes of Eden and Victor’s tempestuous courtship. Enjoy The Fiery Vixen to fall in love with the Fate of the Worthingtons.

ÊWho could resist those little soft hands in doeskin? Certainly not Rorie. He resigned himself to the endurance of his mother's anger in the future as a price to be paid for the indulgence of his inclination in the present, gave Vixen his arm, and turned his face towards the Abbey House. They walked through shrubberies that would have seemed a pathless wilderness to a stranger, but every turn in which was familiar to these two. The ground was undulating, and vast thickets of rhododendron and azalea rose high above them, or sank in green valleys below their path. Here and there a group of tall firs towered skyward above the dark entanglement of shrubs, or a great beech spread its wide limbs over the hollows; here and there a pool of water reflected the pale moonshine. The house lay low, sheltered and shut in by those rhododendron thickets, a long, rambling pile of building, which had been added to, and altered, and taken away from, and added to again, like that well-known puzzle in mental arithmetic which used to amuse us in our childhood. It was all gables, and chimney-stacks, and odd angles, and ivy-mantled wall, and richly-mullioned windows, or quaint little diamond-paned lattices, peeping like a watchful eye from under the shadow of a jutting cornice. The stables had been added in Queen Elizabeth's time, after the monks had been routed from their snug quarters, and the Abbey had been bestowed upon one of the Tudor favourites. These Elizabethan stables formed the four sides of a quadrangle, stone-paved, with an old marble basin in the centreÑa basin which the Vicar pronounced to be an early Saxon font, but which Squire Tempest refused to have removed from the place it had occupied ever since the stables were built. There were curious carvings upon the six sides, but so covered with mosses and lichens that nobody could tell what they meant; and the Squire forbade any scraping process by officious antiquarians, which might lead to somebody's forcible appropriation of the ancient basin. The Squire was not so modern in his ideas as to set up his own gasometer, so the stables were lighted by lanterns, with an oil-lamp fixed here and there against the wall. Into this dim uncertain light came Roderick and Vixen, through the deep stone archway which opened from the shrubbery into the stable-yard, and which was solid enough for the gate of a fortified town. Titmouse's stable was lighted better then the rest. The door stood open, and there was Titmouse, with the neat little quilted doeskin saddle still on his back, waiting to be fed and petted by his young mistress. It was a pretty picture, the old low-ceiled stable, with its wide stalls and roomy loose-boxes and carpet of plaited straw, golden against the deep brown of the woodwork.