Gives the contrast of the cruelty and persecution of leadership in China and aims to display love, compassion and endurance among believers

Much like the lilies among the thorns, fantasy and reality are definitely not compatible. Fantasy gives one the ability to imagine, what might someday be, but reality gives one the opportunity to live in real time his or her dream. Some people have very little imagination and, therefore, envision very few dreams. Some people, on the other hand, make fantasy their lifelong reality and thereby exist in a false reality, living the life of a lily among thorns. —Bernard Davis Jr.

HER SAVIOR It was him. Serena couldn’t breathe. She’d been looking for him for years—the man who’d lifted her out of the dregs of London’s underworld. She remembered that he’d looked like an angel. But either she’d embellished or he’d grown up. Because he didn’t look like an angel now. He looked like a man, solid and broad, and taller than she’d thought. And now he needed her help. HIS SIREN Solomon recognized her as soon as they were alone in the dark. He’d not forgotten that night five years ago either. But Serena had changed. She was stronger, fiercely independent and, though it hardly seemed possible, even more beautiful. She was also neck-deep in trouble. Yet he’d help cook a feast for the Prince Regent, take on a ring of spies, love her well into the night—anything to convince her that this time he was here to stay.