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Guardians of the Fae Realms Ultimate Book Bundle

Guardians of the Fae Realms Ultimate Book Bundle

4 Fated Mates. They all want ME. And each other.

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Jade loves her life as a fae enforcer for her world's elite policing agency. She
commands the element of fire and the gift of healing and is a well-loved
instructor at the Haven Academy of the Gifted. Then, Castian, the god of fae
gods, sends her on an emissary mission to reinstate a race of exiled Elves.

Galan dreamed of leaving the village of the Highborne Elves his entire life but with
his people exiled, where could he go? Then, on the first day of his rite of passage
ritual, he crosses paths with a red-haired, smart-mouthed temptress. He has
never encountered anyone like Jade—he has never encountered anyone outside his
Highborne people.

Although Galan's antiquated views on women offend Jade to her heated core, when ancient
enemies seize their chance to strike at the Highbornes, Jade helps him navigate
worlds he knows nothing about—the magical Realm of the Fair and, stranger
still—the modern streets of Toronto.

"Holy shit, you look amazing."

Dressed to impress, my four shifter protectors are ready to escort me to my fae coming out party. Kotah got me breathless with his good luck kiss, and now the others are taking it as a personal challenge to outdo one another.

A gentle hand presses on my back. “Kitten, as much as I wish we could stay in tonight and explore our bond. We are expected.”

Right. I recede from the sexual spell Kotah and then Brant put me under and end the kiss with my bear. When my feet touch the ground, my legs aren’t strong enough to hold me steady.

Jaxx wraps an arm around my hip to steady me, and I recognize the intent in his turquoise eyes.

“But we need to leave.”

“Fair is fair. If they get to show you how delectable you are in this dress, then so do I.”

Jaxx’s fingers press on the nape of my neck and pull me into his kiss. The purr that rips from his chest is all seduction. It stirs up images of our naked play this morning and makes me want to ditch the entire evening and stay here.

And to think…they’re all mine.

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Continue reading Rise of the Phoenix if you like:

  • Poly Romance w/ MM
  • Gritty Action
  • Fated Mates
  • Shifters
  • Fierce Protectors
  • Strong Female Heroines 


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The Guardians of the Fae Realms bundle includes 4 Why Choose love stories in one action-packed storyline. With Alpha heroes, shifters, wizards, and kick-ass heroines you'll be taken on a rollicking ride of adventure. Get the last trilogy as a bonus for buying the first 3 sets!

Main Tropes

  • Fated Mates
  • Fish out of Water
  • Why Choose

Intro Into Chapter One


Flying. The sensation of vaulting from a fast-moving vehicle as it collides with an immovable object strikes me as both terrifying and exhilarating. Time freezes as inertia smashes me through the windshield and hurtles me toward the graveled shoulder. My life races before my eyes, and it is a short, pathetic tale. California riffraff dies in a cross-state chase, while hunted by a pissed biker gang. The End.

Life sucks.

Death, too, apparently.

Wind rushes over me, the farm-fresh air tainted with the metallic tang of blood, the burning of oil, and the throaty rumble of a dozen Harley chopper engines.

I soar behind the surge of power brought on by Kia Rio meets power pole. Broad daylight. Straight road. Wrong time—wrong place. Mom and Dad would be so proud.

I always envisioned me and Riley turning things around and getting whisked away to become international spies or something. Maybe the reason we went through so much as teens was to prepare us for what was to come.

I crash to the asphalt with life-shattering force, flipping and breaking bones as I tumble across jagged stones and into the ditch. The impact jars every bit of life out of me.

So, this is it. The big D.

Dead at the side of some rural route in the middle of northern Texas nowherelandia. The crazy thing is. I’m not scared. Maybe I’m jaded, but life has been shitty, death can’t be much worse. Without Riley, why
bother anyway.

Whatever comes next—bring it.

* * *









I read the dispatch description as it appears line-by-line on the responder screen on the dash of my truck. Twelve-year-old nymph hit by a car at eleven o’clock in the morning? “Come on, people. It’s a school day for shit’s sake.”

In a perfect world, kids—human or fae—would be spared the violence of reality. They’d grow up laughing and acting like idiotic fools, and blending in with human society, not being mowed down by a car and bleeding in the streets. But six years of living among narys as a first responder to the Fae Concealment Office has taught me that this is far from a perfect world.

Exhaling an unsteady breath, I stare out the windshield and hold my course for home. I finished my block and have the next three days off. The only things on my horizon are the b’s of bliss: breakfast-beer, bacon, and bed.

Glancing to the steering wheel controls of my truck, I hit volume up and blast Little Big Town singing Boondocks. With both windows open and my hand riding the current of a warm Texas breeze, I press the
pedal and let the growl of the engine rev. Life is good.

A spot on the horizon up a ways catches my eye. I lean closer to the dash to squint past miles of cornfields. There’s a rising line of smoke. A human gaze wouldn’t register it, but my heightened preternatural vision picks it up without issue.

Not that I see much. A single, wispy line of darkness rises against an otherwise bright blue sky.

Thomas Rhett comes on the radio next and, yeah, I agree with the guy. I’ve seen his wife in the video. Blondes are my weakness, too. He can Die a Happy Man.

I’m belting it out, serenading the scarecrows, when I come upon that smoke signal rising to the heavens. The stench of burning oil and gas is thick in the air. I park beside the mangled Kia and drop out of my truck.

The wreck isn’t much different than any other.

A punched-out windshield and no driver in the seat.

That’s never a good sign. I follow the trajectory of the ejection and yep, one roadkill warrior flung into the ditch. Shit. Why even have seatbelts in cars if nobody’s gonna use them? Hustling over, I take a knee and reach under her hair to check for a pulse.

Damn. Fifteen minutes ago, that gravel and blood-tangled mess was likely a gorgeous mane of gold.

I lean close and take a long whiff of her scent. Human.

Her skin is still warm, but without a pumping pulse, it won’t be for long. The unnatural angles of her arm, knee, and wrist suggest her body shattered in a dozen places. Yeah, that, and a chunk of her skull cracked open like a hard-boiled egg on the asphalt. D.O.A. Such a waste.

“I’m sorry, darlin’. Dying out here all alone is a damn shame.”

With nothing to be done but call it into the local PD, I head back to the mangled Kia to see if I can find any ID. The car is a beater piece of shit, Frankensteined with a mismatched door and a primer-painted rear quarter panel. The back seat is an ode to takeout containers, but I find her purse wedged between where the pole stopped and what used to be the passenger seat.

No chance of getting the thing out in one piece. I grip the bag and give it a good haul. The strap snaps and I pull it free. Opening the passenger door to my truck, I set the purse down and fish around for a phone case or a wallet—

A rush of magic hits my back and tingles over my skin. As the hair on my neck stands on end, the scent of char fills my sinuses. I turn back to eye the scene. Is the car about to blow? That doesn’t happen nearly as often for reals as it does on TV. Opening my gifts wide, I sense a steady build of magical tension. I lift my nose and test the scents on the breeze.

The air reeks of smoldering flesh...

It’s coming off the woman.

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