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For the past century, I have served, defending my crops in solitude, baring my scythe as an omen. But when the crops aren't seeded, I find myself standing over a field of dirt and weeds. It is her fault. The female who has inherited the farm. She might be the new queen of these lands, but in her wake, she brings only ruin. So, I will scare her away. I will claim these fields, and she will learn to fear me! Until one evening, she is attacked by the crows. She cowers behind me for protection, begging them to spare her life.

Deknol has sold his soul to The Deceiver. I can see it in the powers that he now wields. Far stronger than any magic present on Protheka. It excites me. Because he will use his power to rescue me. To protect me. To pleasure me. The value of my life on Protheka is less than worthless. But when I stand next to Deknol, whose godlike powers crackle the air around him, I am a queen. His queen.

Fear pounds through me every time I approach the man in room #526. But I put on my big girl panties and deal because I'm a nurse, and helping people is all that matters. I moved across country to a hell mouth with my fiancé who then dumped me. But I found a new job, got a new apartment, and the new me isn't going to be cowed down by some big, scary guy. Even if he is becoming more monster than man.

The Moonlight Wraith is hungry to regain his stolen throne, and he claims I have the magic he needs to secure his vengeance. He must have lost his sanity along with his kingdom, because the only true ability I possess is wielding my smart mouth at times I shouldn't. So I do what any drunk human trying to survive in a supernatural world might do—I throw up on his shoes.

The world teeters on the brink of a fated apocalypse and time is running out. The Fae have one chance to save the earth from the demons that seek to possess its inhabitants . . . but there is no promise of victory when three prophecies foretell three outcomes—all with separate victors. Worse, Cassie is without Orion, who has fallen prey to a scheming demon prince and transformed into her most deadly foe. Racing against the clock to fulfill the only prophecy that will keep them alive, she must find a spell that will bring the young queens into their full power before war is upon them.

This isn't a fairytale. My Prince Charming is a dark king. A ruthless ruler. A corrupt business man. A vampire. For centuries he's reigned alone. But I'm here now and I'm coming for my throne. I'm no longer the princess in the tower. Or the damsel in distress. I've been traded and treated like a pawn. It's time they learn they're dealing with a Queen.

This isn't a fairytale. I dethroned Prince Charming long ago. They call me the King of darkness and death. Ruler of the underworld. My reign is ruthless, my word is the law. If I want it, I take it, regardless of the bloodshed. But then she walks into my life. I don't want her, I need her. She can fight, she can beg, but her fate is sealed. Until her debt is paid, she's mine. She ran from her old life, but she can't outrun me. Welcome to my Bloody Kingdom, Quincey Page.