Allyn Keely, Celtic artist and friend of Faerie finally finds a man she can love. But, she's older than he is and faces the insurmountable task of helping him realize his destiny in the Otherworld. Successful businessman Jaye Zeroun prides himself on his realistic, but lonely, view of life. Until Allyn knots her way around his heart and fills his life with a fantasy he refuses to believe. Then danger threatens their love, forcing him to either accept a deadly battle or lose the very things he never included in his life: a family and a love beyond his wildest imagining.

Searching…Lara Zeroun needs something in her life, so she opens a portal in time and travels to the ancient Highlands. But, how can she become involved with a dark, mysterious man who belongs to another time?Waiting…Due to the matriarchal line of inheritance, Iain is no longer able to lay claim to his father's lands. He's prepared to leave—until a golden-haired woman visits the manor on the arm of a wandering storyteller. But, with no land or possessions, Iain dares not succumb to the temptation of Lara.Finding…Danger lurks in Iain's time and becomes a threat to Lara's present. Will Lara and Iain be able to defeat the evil and make their ways through time—finding the love they both desire?Short heat flared in Iain’s face as though he had been outside too long after a dim, sunless winter. He could not lift his eyes past the hand that looked so small, yet fit so perfectly in his. Was it possible she trembled at his touch?The need to feel his lips against her honey-gold skin drew his head lower. At the same time his hand lifted until her fingers were a mere inch from his mouth. He tasted her name before touching her skin. “Lara.”The back of her hand was warm, the gentle kiss the barest brush of lips against her. Reluctance pushed her whispered name past his lips again before he pulled back. “I beg pardon, m’lady.”Soft and breathless she asked, “For what?” “I took liberty ‘twas no’ mine to take.”Lara eased her hand from his and rested it against his cheek. He barely felt the touch of her fingers as she guided his face toward her. The violet swirl of her eyes swallowed him. “What liberty?”“To kiss ye so.” To desire ye so. “Ye belong to another.”

Korin Goodfellow loves the Gentry maid, Nanceen. In order to woo her, Korin bargains with his evil king, who sets seemingly impossible tasks. The first? She must believe in him. But the folk of Faerie, the Gentry, don't believe in the odd assortment of beings who make up the wee folk. And definitely not in fairies. Nanceen doesn't know what she believes. Until Korin calls to her, then makes his way into her world, becoming a wingless man she can see, touch, believe in. Will the rat king's conditions drive a wedge between them, or force Korin to confrontation, to battle, risking his life?Short "Don't be afraid.""I'm not," she whispered."Open your eyes."The voice, a clear tenor, ran with the power of magic. Had one of Faerie found her? Someone from another clan? Was this for whom she waited? Tremors chased each other down her spine. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked around cautiously. There was no one in the glade."What foolishness is this? Where are you?""I'm here.""Where?""Find me."She rose and followed the soft echoes of the voice to the far side of the glade. A blurry haze hovered a few inches above the grass and flowers. She lifted on hand toward the pale golden glow, reaching to touch, to discover what magic created such a small disruption in the clear air."What will I find?""Love."

Just when Bryce decides to give up looking for the masked dancer who captured his heart and get on with his life, his darlin’ daughter climbs onto the lap of a captivating woman in a coffee shop and calls her Mommy. He certainly wouldn’t mind exploring the possibility. Carrie’s vacation is over. Although she loves her job, she dreads returning. Especially when a blonde-haired cherub insists she’s ‘Mommy’. Add the girl’s intriguing father, and Carrie believes she’s finally ready for a real relationship. But memories of a horrific attack surface, bringing doubt and fear. Then one of Bryce’s fathers is kidnapped by a cult. Not knowing if the abduction was of human or Fey origin, Bryce must chance seeming crazy and losing Carrie with tales of the Faerie Otherworld. Dare he take her to Faerie and declare his love—or are the forces aligning against them too much to overcome?

A spiritual quest throws Bard, naked and alone, from his world to the desert Sahara. Each grueling step through the shifting sands only adds to his questions and confusion. What did the seven Guardians mean for him to learn in this strange place? Will he discover a way home? Burying her emotions, Kaelea retreats into the research of fey texts, searching for a clue—for anything, to protect her clan from an ever-present evil. The appearance of a stranger at the oasis is an unwelcome interruption. Her instant fascination with the man is even more distracting. Hotter than the desert sun, attraction blazes between Bard and Kaelea, but personal concerns and that ancient evil drive a wedge between them. Alone, and together, they discover answers, and their soulfire. But will it be enough to keep Bard in Kaelea’s worlds, and at her side?

It ain't easy being fey and the subject of prophecy. When her uncle disappears into the world between worlds, Lucidea discovers it ain't easy being fey. Especially when he had no idea her father wasn't human. Now, as the half Alfar-Sindhu heir, she's forced to assume the leadership of a parallel, underwater world. Then she meets Jaysson Zeroun... ...who has Otherworldly issues of his own. Once again evil plagues his clan and protecting a newborn child takes priority over personal dreams. When Lucidea offers a solution, the family accepts and Jayse willingly accompanies them to Scotland. He just doesn't know how Lucidea will react to the news he's a quarter Faerie. Three worlds are in danger. Ancient prophecy might defeat the separate evils, but will it also bring them love?