The Merriwether family traditions are dark magic, devil worship and insurrection. Jack and Olive Merriwether thought they were two ordinary teenagers until they learned they were descended from the murderous sorcerer Gorgyaz. Now that the truth about their ancestry is out, the government wants to take their freedom, a witchfinder wants to take their lives and the shadowy leader of the Thirteenth Division wants to take their souls. Jack and Olive didn't intend on following in their infamous forefather's footsteps, but they'll have to learn the family traditions to survive.

     While attempting to save the lives of his fellow orphans he manifests a magic like power. He soon learns that using this power comes with a great risk to his own life. A beautiful sorceress, clad all in black, soon arrives with an offer to adopt him and teach him how to properly wield his powers. Once they leave, he learns that the sorceress is really the leader of a group of adventurers, and they're not the type of heroes that he has ever read about in books. They’re the kind that steal, get drunk, rob graves, loot tombs, and shoot people in the back. They basically only do what they need to in order to have a really good time. Badger is wondering what type of tale has he gotten into, because he has never read a story quite like this one!

    Brave, unwavering in his devotion to the queen, his courage knows no bounds. But it was not always so. Every story must begin somewhere, but some beginnings are darker than others.The Shadow is a prequel to the Legend of the Gate Keeper series. Although this installment features the early years of one of the main characters in the series, it is a standalone, and can be enjoyed with no prior knowledge of the series.Book 1: Land of Shadows - Our story begins here. A blacksmith from the small town of Bryer, Eric believed he would live out his days leading a peaceful life doing the work he loved. But it seems fate had other plans for him. When his home town is attacked, Eric is uprooted from his familiar surroundings and forced to embark on a journey for answers. Only one thing is certain to him now. It's painfully clear that his whole life has been nothing more than a series of lies.Book 2: Siege of Night - Whispers of the Gate Keepers return rage through Tarmerria like a forest fire. Could it be true? Has this mystical figure actually returned? Some have embraced the idea while others want to see Eric dead. Lines have been drawn, sides have been taken. There is only one way to stand for what you believe in. Tarmerria must go to war.Book 3: Lost Empire - The war is over and the city of Taron is still recovering from one of the darkest days in its history. With one battle over, another is about to begin. Our heroes must leave their familiar lands to embark on a journey by sea, far away from Tarmerria.Book 4: Reborn - Is the Gate Keeper some sort of demon? The people of this new land seem to think so. For years they have been tormented by a being with abilities similar to Eric's. So how is this foreigner who washed up on their shores any different? The Gate Keeper must prove himself and transform before their very eyes. In the eyes of the Gods and in those of the people, he must be...reborn.Book 5: The Trials of Ashbarn - The world has seen what Eric can do. Is this the one man who can take down the demon Krytoes? He has proven himself to the mortals, but must now establish himself in the eyes of the Gods themselves. Let the trials begin.Book 6: End of Days - The Gate Keeper has been named... The prophesies have come true... The world as we know it will never be the same...End of Days is the exciting conclusion to "The Legend of the Gate Keeper" series. Join Eric and his friends as they make their final push against the forces of evil.Warning Graphic Content: These books are intended for mature audiences

    

    Follow Mira's story as she faces life as a single mother, wrestles with the constant call of the ocean to her mermaid nature, and joins an all-male salvage team who is less than thrilled to have her. When my mother died, I ran to the ocean like a coward. Its cradle of salt puckered my memories and withered my sorrow like a grape drying in the sun. I had cheated grief and was foolish enough to think I had gotten away with it.When Nathan died, I couldn’t run away. No matter how much I flinched, bending toward the Atlantic the way ivy strains for rays of light, I could not leave. Grief was back to take what belonged to it for the time it was allotted. I had everything I wanted a few short years ago. My mate. My daughter. A home, a family. It made my head spin to think how much could change so suddenly. I mused, wondering later if I was the only mermaid to ever walk fully through the five stages of grief. But I had my daughter.Targa had yet to turn, the color and shape of her fins were yet to be revealed, but she would. I had been so sure of it then. Siren genes are passed from mother to daughter, without fail. Young legs melded into a shimmering virgin tail in response to a salty sea. But Targa didn’t turn in response to ocean water, not the first time, not any time after that. Something was wrong. I shoved my fear down deep into some dark corner where Targa would not see it and said with a smile that we’d just have to keep trying. I had turned at the age of three, but if there could be late-bloomers in the human race, why not ours too?Her fifth birthday came and went, still she hadn’t turned. Concern sent its barbs into me like a thistle, then it rooted and grew.Targa and I had weekly late night secret swims in the Atlantic, which had once been fun but were now polluted with expectation and suspense. Coaching sessions (my idea), where I attempted human psychology exercises I’d found in outdated textbooks at the library; guided visualization, breathing techniques, and even a failed go at hypnosis. The memory of her skinny little frame sitting in a bathtub containing more salt than water (Targa’s idea) is still enough to fill my eyes with moisture.I don’t know exactly when she lost hope, but she hid it expertly, patiently participating however I asked.I ignored the creeping thoughts that whispered in my mind; she didn’t even like water, didn’t really want to go for swim, couldn’t hear the ocean calling her. I would shove the thoughts away violently, excusing them as nothing but my own anxiety. It was ridiculous. A daughter of a mermaid who disliked the ocean. Impossible. When I muzzled those fears, I became aware of others of a different kind. Not my own, but hers, for me.She could see the want in my eyes. Whatever mechanism bees and dogs used to smell fear, Targa had it for despair. She could sense it on me, reeking like cheap perfume. Her eyes dipped in desperation, her obvious desire not to disappoint me sliced through me like a white-hot blade from heart to gut. She thought she was my tormentor. The realization struck like a hammer and gave me the strength to do what was needed: Let it go.The ocean could call. I’d let the smell of it crucify me, the sound of its waves crash against me, echo through me, call me, beg me.Targa’s need and my love for her was greater. If she never turned and I was locked in a land-cycle for the rest of our lives, so be it.So be it.

    

    

    And when they do, there's only one place to send them. Tor Cliff is an asylum for the most insane and dangerous vampires. Run more like a prison than an asylum, and ruled over by doctors who themselves seem crazier than their patients, Tor Cliff is widely regarded as one of the most hellish places in existence. Kidnapped and sent to Tor Cliff, Abby Hart soon learns that someone is trying to get to the secret hidden in her mind. Teaming up with the mysterious Madeleine Le Compte, Abby tries to escape, only to discover that something even more dangerous is lurking in the forest beyond the asylum's walls.

     He was one of only a handful of people in the Five Civilized Kingdoms born with the birthmark. He was a Child of the Mark. A Chosen Child. A Dunamai. The ancient prophecies were clear...seven Dragons would rise to power. Six had come and gone over the past 6300 years, the majestic Seventh Dragon was about to be born. Terras Telos...the final prophesied Dread Guardian to rule over the world. Only a Dunamai could approach a Dragon. Only a Chosen Child could make an offering to the newborn Dragon. The stakes were unimaginably high...and Arlon knew that only one of them would be accepted. His entire teenage life had been a preparation for one single day...the day of the Dragon Offering. No one could have ever imagined the incredible and tragic series of events that would be unleashed by a young man's simple desire to be free.

    Please only read if these themes interest you. Only suitable for adults. It had been a long time since Tara Phillips had slept with a man but a passionate night full of adventurous sex was just what she needed. And it was just what she got when she met the smooth and handsome property developer Brenton Morgan whilst on vacation in California. It was supposed to be a holiday fling which was why Brenton never revealed his secret shape-shifting lion side to her. However, what was meant to be just one night would become much, much more 9 months later and life as they knew it would never be the same again... Warning: This is a sex fueled paranormal romance featuring a curvy heroine and a hunky werelion. Please only read if these themes interest you. Only suitable for adults.

    With a band of Adventurers looking to him for direction, whether he likes it or not, Trent Embra needed to figure out how to lead them.But how was he supposed to lead when there were so many things Trent hadn’t figured out for himself?An unidentifiable seed in his Storage, and whispers in his head, Trent points his team west towards the wilds. It was as good a direction as any. Maybe in uncivilized lands, Trent would learn what it meant to be an Adventurer and sort through what mattered most.

    Here is a Christmas tale to warm the heart and turn the stomach. Cooper eats some bad pork, shits in Dave's gloves, and learns the true meaning of Christmas.

    New work, new friends... new love found under the starlight in a silvery, olive grove. Can anything be more perfect? How does a St. Tropez bikini, two silky Wiemeraner dogs and a tattooed criminal enter the scene and change everything? Why does the starry path of love always meet a crossroad... can it never run sweetly smooth? FITZROY fans will be pleased to meet up with Amber and her wealthy grandfather, from the pages of PROVENCE FLAME, when Alice stays at the newly restored Art Deco Hotel de la Plage in La Ciotat. Join the Sunday lunch guests at the Villa La Vie en Rose and catch up with the dark and gorgeous Jean-Michel de Fleurenne from the parfumerie at his Château near Grasse. He was first to be found romancing Rosie and charming the pages of PERFUME OF PROVENCE. Enter again into Kate Fitzroy's magical world and escape from the commonplace... but be prepared not to put this book down until you have reached the last page. Other books by Kate Fitzroy: PERFUME OF PROVENCE PROVENCE LOVE LEGACY PROVENCE FLAME DREAMS OF TUSCANY

    I mean like special powers. I can do stuff like fly, throw fat people really far or knock a giraffe out. To clarify, I haven’t done the last two (just saying I could if I wanted). Also to be clear, I’m not mentally ill. Well, not officially anyway.You’re probably thinking my life must be awesome, full of crazy adventures, fame, fortune and glamour. You’d be wrong. I have a desk job and live at home with my wife and parents. That’s my entire loathsome life. The only thing that gets me through the day is knowing that I can have a drink or two. Sometimes three. Okay four. Fine, five. Ten. It’s usually at least ten, but that’s a guess because by that point I have no idea what I’ve been doing, am doing, or going to do. Some might say I have a problem, but I would disagree and politely ask them to take a long walk off a short pier.Recently though, I’ve been getting seriously agitated with the world. There’s so much wrong and no-one’s doing anything about it. I’m not just talking about crime, I’m talking about the bigger picture. You know, stuff like war, poverty, corruption and all that high level stuff. I’m thinking I could do something to help. I don’t know what exactly, but I’ve got some mad skills that could be useful. I don’t know what the consequences will be if I do this, but I’ll just assume the worst...I’ll assume that I’m gonna brush shoulders with the dregs of society; murderers, rapists, traffickers, politicians and CEOs. I’ll assume that I’m gonna upset a lot of nasty people, powerful people, people who will come after me. I’ll assume I’m gonna get hurt, badly, maybe even die (if that’s even possible). I’ll assume my wife is going to get really annoyed at me.On second thought maybe this is a bad idea. Maybe I should just stick to the day job and play happy families.Screw that, I’m doing this! Get your copy now and find out what happens!

    One by one the people who know about it are eliminated, except for two: Ali Hamsin, an Iraqi government translator who is kept hidden in Guantanamo Bay and Gerry Tate, a British intelligence agent. She is in prison for murder. Years later Ali Hamsin says he will reveal his secrets, but only to Gerry Tate. Their captors decide to bring the two together and keep them both alive for a short while longer, but Gerry Tate is a dangerous woman to set free.