LOGINThat's it for now. There is a sequel and prequel planned for this book but it will not be for awhile. This book will be going to kindle once it is fully edited.First up starting is The Billionaire's Serendipity it has its first chapter up for free on in kitt. While that is updating A Luna's Dynasty will be updating several times a week now on in kitt as well.Then starting this winter is the much anticipated Saving the Alpha. Who is ready to get back to our epic world? I hope to start The Alpha's Heart summer 2026.
AllissaMidnight found the ballroom at its warmest.The formal part of the night had melted away hours ago, and what remained was simply family, hundreds strong, loud, ridiculous, scattered across the great floor in the loose orbits of people who had stopped performing for each other. Finn had taught the harvest reel to some horrified vampire nobles and was now conducting them through it with a stolen serving spoon. Ivan had a duchess on each arm and a third one directing him. Asta and Toga argued happily about nothing. My husband stood behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist and his chin resting on my head, swaying us both to music neither of us was properly listening to.Our children were down for the count, every last one.Mira who had surrendered in my mother’s
AllissaMy favorite hour of the night had no ceremony in it at all.The formal dances opened and dissolved into real ones. Evette and James took the floor like the world was young, until Finn cut in and my mother, to the eternal delight of every witness, taught the Vampire King the steps to a Lume Pack harvest reel he performed with offensive, immediate competence. Ivan danced with three duchesses at once because subdividing him was impossible. Squall spun Eira until her unsettled quiet finally broke into laughter, Dayanara taught Ciera a sorcerer’s charm, and the twins slept through all of it in the family alcove, Soren sprawled on his grandfather’s chest while James swayed him absently and argued trade routes over his head. Mira surrendered at last in Hessa’s arms with one fist still closed around a ribbon she had won in fair combat. Somewhere near
AllissaThe room had nearly finished finding its rhythm when the herald’s staff struck the floor again, and the name he announced stopped every conversation in the hall.“King Milo and Queen Winifred.”Lyle was with them. He’d slipped out of the ballroom sometime earlier, without a word to anyone, and gone to walk his mother in himself. She stood at the top of the stairs on my brother-in-law’s arm in a gown of soft dove gray, her silvered hair dressed simply, her chin lifted by visible effort, a woman walking back into a world that she has largely been absent from. Milo stood at her other side. Lyle held the arm she leaned on, and even from across the ballroom I could see what that arm was costing him, and that he would have died before withdrawing it.
AllissaWe dressed for war more calmly than we dressed for parties.By sunset, our chambers had become a staging ground. My gown, silver over deep blue, the colors of both my bloodlines, waited on its form while two attendants fought a losing campaign against my hair. Darren stood at the mirror in his formal black suit, crown set, the moon cufflinks his daughter had selected catching the light, looking every inch the king and muttering about receiving lines like a man being sent to the gallows. Across the hall, a battle of another kind raged: Mira had rejected three gowns, accepted the fourth because it had become available to chew, while Soren submitted to his tiny formal coat with the long-suffering air of a soldier.And in the middle of everything, supervising all of it, marched Lyra in her party dress, Smoke tucked into her sash like a sword.“Absolutely not,” I said.“He’s coming.”“He’s a rock, baby.”“He’s a dragon,” she corrected, mortally offended, “and it’s his party too.”I
DarrenHeath met me in the war room an hour before dinner with the rosters, the maps, and the patient face of a captain who had answered the same questions from his king four times that week and would answer them a fifth.“Wards,” I said.“Renewed last night. Dayanara walked the full circuit herself, every stone, every threshold. She layered the nursery wing twice and complained about your stonework the entire time. Her exact words were: the castle is sound, the king is paranoid, and I want that in writing.”“Vetting.”“Every soul hired in the past two years re-screened. Every credential checked under merrow ink. Three forgeries in the serving applications, all caught at the gate, all of them
DarrenMy kitchens fell without a single blow being struck.Evette arrived before the party with one trunk, three crates of preserves, and the unstoppable momentum of a mother-in-law on a mission. By the time I came down from the morning councils, my head cook had surrendered her ladle the way a general surrenders a sword, my entire kitchen staff had defected to the invader, and the woman who once outran a royal kill order was elbow-deep in my pantry, reorganizing it by a system she declined to explain to anyone.“Darren.” She pointed a wooden spoon at me the moment I crossed the threshold. “Who ordered the eastern flour?”“I have no idea. I’m the king.”“Then the king can carry these t
I walked down the hallway with purpose. I had been here for a week and they still refused to let me leave. I felt the familiar press of invisible chains reminding me that I couldn’t just run away. I held my stomach to help support it as it swayed with my steps. At this rate, I was going to end up gi
I felt the pulse of the invisible chain on my wrist, a reminder that I was bound by the magic that held me captive. I pushed through the courtyard, determined to make an escape plan. If Darren couldn’t come to me, then I would go to him. The air was full of unfamiliar scents, both sweet and fiery, a
The months slipped away, barely recognizable, barely there, and then suddenly it was as if I’d always been alone, like it was normal to pad through the halls without Darren by my side. Calls, messages, each one fleeting, each one hurting as much as it healed. I touched the place where he should hav
I had no clue who or what I was looking at. A small, delicate person? Or something more like a fairy? The figure was small, no taller than a child, but it radiated an otherworldly power that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Delicate, translucent wings fluttered behind her, her ski







