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Love in Dystopian Worlds…
That’s the choice the Coalition gives me: betray my best friend or have my partner killed. And this after they locked us under a caged sky and mutated us, giving us all wings with random-as-crap powers. Mine are sparkly pink ones whose favorite pastime is flirting and healing people and… worse.
But I was learning to live with it—the wings, the fact that my best friend had become a fugitive, the fact that I was falling in love with a guy with wings of ice, a heart of gold, and secrets he wasn’t telling… but the Coalition used him again and again to force me to stoop to their demands—and I did. I bowed, I bent—I would not break—
But I will only go so far for love.
* contains some adult language
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I ruined myself to protect the innocent.
Then the mutation hit everyone in Haven, leaving me with wings of flame and another accidental victim on my conscience.
Now on the run with Lunar Adurian – scarred, bitter, always watching me – I wage an underground war against the Coalition. But Lunar challenges my every step and gets too close to the heart I cannot lose. He antagonizes the rebellion I’m supposed to command while my father refuses to let me protect the best friend I left behind. I struggle to keep my heart and stay my course, to trust my beliefs and control myself, my life, my sanity—
To hold onto anything at all when my hands are slippery with blood.
My name is Cascade Amity Andronica, and I’m a monster in the making with trauma in my heart. This is my story.
* Contains cussing and some childhood trauma
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Unsalvageable, dangerous, guilty of manslaughter, and unloved.
Before the mutation, I was only unloved. I lived in a spacious mansion with a father who never looked me in the face, and in secret I drew Lunar Adurian, the scarred guy who was always watching me.
The guy I hoped was unloved, too. I wanted him, at least, to understand.
Then the mutation hit us all. Lost, I entered the heart of rebellion with Lunar… but no dark underworld waited to tear me apart.
It’s Lunar, the guy who reeks of heartache, who wants to hurt me. He hates what I am.
But he’s also the person who awakens my sleepy soul, who takes what was unloved and drizzles it with honeyed hope. He wants me to love him even as he wants me to hurt. It’s a constant push and pull, on a balance we’re both afraid to tip.
In the end, though, there’s always a little self-destruction in love.
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A dystopian romance collaboration with the lovely author Iris Ng-Bakalar!
I run into the most impoverished level of our walled city, where poisons and toxins swirl in oily black puddles on the streets, and people are gathering in a square in line for food.
But they can’t be here.
I scream at them to get out, get away.
And the world explodes.
Soren Lost, a Level 1 nonentity…
She breaks into my life like a shard of sunlight shining in a squalid world just before the square explodes. Staggering out of the rubble, she offers me a pill that will give me a month of health in exchange for me getting her back out of Level 1.
Only thing is, a powerful man has her marked for death; she’s got city protectors on her tail; her former master has been mind-wiped and doesn’t remember she exists; and I have a sister to protect.
I should refuse, should leave her mired in her own troubles.
But there’s no one else to save her. So I take the month of health and do my damnedest to save her myself.
Good thing, too, because if I get her to the lab on Level 3, her research might be the key to finding the cure for the virus that dooms us all to die at twenty-six.
If I can keep her alive that long.
Heiress of the Seven Cities (epic fantasy)
The books in this section are all part of my Heiress of the Seven Cities epic fantasy series. The first one, sort of a prequel to the rest, is Heiress of Healing. The next ones, Heiress of Magic and Heiress of Shadow, follow events that happen in the same time period, but each book focuses on different characters in different parts of the Seven Demesnes.
In a quiet manor in the city of mages, a shunned sorceress with bone-white tresses and ruby eyes writes to a young mage who wields magic that he uses on her in unexpected ways. A guild slave desperately pens her memories at night before a shadow in the dark steals them away. And from the shadowlands outside the city walls, a sharp-toothed creature watches them. By his side, a spirit, once his lover and now his prisoner, strives to save her people.
But the city of mages brims with corruption. A guildmaster pulls the strings of his slaves like puppets, including the slave dancer who dances on a stage while magical spells disguised as stars trail from her hair. The white-haired sorceress, deemed a pariah by her peers despite being the only one holding up the city’s protective walls, is haunted by loneliness and becomes enmeshed in the web of a treacherous mage. He offers her the one thing she cannot resist: love.
As forbidden passions flare and rage rises between the sorcerers and the sorceresses of the Seventh Demesne, battle lines are drawn in the wrong places, and unions are made with the wrong allies.
And all the while – unseen, unheard, scarcely deemed real by the humans within the city walls – the shadow-hungry watches.
Until he acts.
Now, something is killing them before they can be born.
When Iminique Demascus senses a nameless evil striking at the unborn royal children, she has to make a choice. A noblewoman and a healer in a world where aristocrats and mages belong to different castes, she is forbidden by her father to ever heal. Breaking his dictate, she saves a single girl child.
No one thanks her. Neither the child’s parents nor the people want a girl, reviling her for surviving when the males perished. Left as the princess’s sole protector and faced with adversity and hostility from nearly every quarter, Iminique allies herself with the wizard who once dragged her to the brink of death and then inexplicably let her go; a wizard who has his own secret agenda and casts spells that should be impossible.
Meanwhile, in the south, a young sorceress falls prey to an ancient enemy, one weaving his own plans for bringing mankind to its knees.
Heiress of Shadow (in progress)
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Heiress of Rebellion (in progress)
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Flippant Fairy Tales
Cousin Ebermeisters can’t be trusted. Neither can five-headed trolls (sly things; always keeping secrets). Neither can princes.
Especially not princes.
In fact, for ex-princess Nikaela, all men are undeniably, unquestionably, indisputably, absolutely, without a doubt and with no exceptions bad news.
That’s why she and her ex-princess friend Saige have a nice little swindle going where they fleece unsuspecting noblemen of their pocket change at royal balls. It’s not exactly a lucrative line of business, but it pays the bills.
At least it pays the bills until Saige (not the sharpest eel in the barrel) chooses the wrong man to cross, and she and Nikaela wind up cursed…
As if that wasn’t bad enough, an unwanted suitor with a head full of chivalrous nonsense and a mind to win Nikaela’s heart chooses that inopportune moment to step back into her life.
And as if THAT wasn’t bad enough, a dragon and a would-be hero sweep into Saige’s life.
And as if that STILL wasn’t bad enough, the untrustworthy men in their lives are about to turn each girl’s well-ordered opinion of the world on its head.
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Forged into a pawn taught to fight, detect poisons, and disconnect my soul, I am a concocted lie: decoy, princess, murderess, spy, with one truth left: greater loyalty to my family than my country. I play the overlord’s heartless daughter to save their lives, but in so doing, I condemn my nation to an alliance that will destroy it.
Then a ruthless foe kidnaps me for his own agenda. I try to escape and stop the coming disaster, but every attempt fails, and the stakes keep rising. I’m falling in love with my silver-haired captor, making it harder to fight him. Too many die for my deception, making it harder to believe in. And the ever spirits in the spirit realm keep reviving me from the dead, meaning more than my family’s lives hang in the balance, and not only my people will break if I fail.
But I am Alynah Commonborn – what’s left of her – and I will not fail.
* WARNING! While the main character is not abused herself, some of the others characters have been held as sex slaves and a few graphic memories are shown.