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Guardians of the Fae Realms Ultimate Why Choose Bundle

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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.

“Calliope, I’m Jaxx. I get that you’re confused, but if you come on back to the house, we’ll get things sorted.”

Sorted? I’ve been kidnapped by Magic Mike and his troop of sexy shifter strippers. How do you sort that out? Play it cool. I can’t escape four of them. I have to play nice until I see my chance to escape.

“Calli,” I say, checking that the others aren’t moving in while I’m distracted. A breeze comes up and I rake my fingers through my hair and out of my face. “I go by Calli. Who are you? Why am I here?”

Jaxx nods. “Three days ago, I found you in a ditch on the side of the road. Do you remember being in a wreck?”

I drop my chin, my muscles tensed to run if an opening presents itself. These guys seem to sense my intentions because they remain hyper-focused and coiled to spring.

“Great,” Jaxx says, his Texas drawl as sexy as his smile. “So, when I found you, the impact of the accident had done a number on you. I checked your pulse, and you were VSA—vital signs absent. You were dead.”

Yeah, I sorta remember that.

“Then, to my mind-blowin’ surprise, your body burst into a fiery ball of flame, and you resurrected. When the fire died down, the breaks in your bones had healed up, and the blood and trauma from the accident were gone. You were reborn.”

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ After reading every book in the series, JL Madore has done it again with this series. If you are looking for adventure, love, fun, and quite a lot of extracurricular fun... this series is for you. You'll fall in love with every character, fight their fights, feel their pain/heartbreak, and their unconditional love for each other and their friends. Definitely a must read. - Amazon Reviewer


Continue reading Rise of the Phoenix if you like:

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


⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ So first, i read the entire story set, which is 15 books. Let me say it was perfect! It is RH and spicy. The storyline for each subset was really good. I loved the way it entwined. It was a really good addition. Highly recommend the entire series!! - Amazon Reviewer


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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.

As a bonus the Aliens of Atlantis trilogy is included with 3 passionate love stories in one incredible underwater world.

Main Tropes

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  • 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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