From Bishop to Knight I have spent every day of the last ten years taking in and caring for my sisters’ sons. I’ve built this family from the ground up, and no one is going to destroy what’s mine. Someone keeps trying to kill one of my charges, but that person won’t win. I was born with enough magic to wipe them out of existence and have zero qualms about doing that. After all, I live by the We don’t hit first, but we always hit last. The best thing my old man did for me and my brother was die and leave us in a Naiad’s care. Deejay is rich, powerful, and sometimes gives me heart palpitations. I didn’t plan to woo him, but I won’t ignore the attraction between us for long. After all, I might not have much time left. I don’t know what I did to Houston’s Non-Humans, but they’re not killing me without a fight. Bring it. From Knight to Castle Every breath I’ve taken for twelve years could have been my last. If the Demons don’t kill me, the Elves just might. Or my brother could. I love him, but I’ve known since I was a kid I didn’t feel all that brotherly toward him. I could probably hide these feelings if he didn’t return them. Instead, I work non-stop to keep myself out of temptation’s claws, but as his birthday draws closer, the will to keep my hands off fractures more and more. The only thing binding me to my hands-off rule is a contract I have with a Diviner, but that might not be enough. My brother has never laid a finger on me, but as my powers grow, so does my need to connect. I need to push my fire into him with panting, heaving, heavy, delicious strokes. The need to be with him burns like an inferno, but we have a contract to fulfill, and I can’t take the man I own until the Diviner gets what he wants. I might implode while I wait. I might burn the world to ash if anything else happens to my brother. I might just do both for the fun of it. The dragon within thinks this world burns for him, and I haven’t yet found proof it doesn’t. From Queen to King I don’t know how Chanda Marduke slipped past all my defensive walls. He’s a towering wall of muscle and strength, and I’ve been conditioned to fear men like him, but I’m falling in love. I know the attraction between us, the chemistry, and the friendship falls under a morally ambiguous standard, but he engages me in ways I have never experienced, he treats me like I have intrinsic, inherent value, and I can’t give that up for social mores that have failed to protect me my entire life. He may be the most terrifying man I’ve ever met, but we fit together too perfectly to let anything stand between us. Lamentably, Fate's animus toward me followed me to Houston. Until I walked into my classroom to find a pretty little guy reading one of the textbooks, I had no idea what temptation was. He’s my student, and I shouldn’t lust after him, but the more time I spend with him, the more I realize lust doesn’t begin to cover what I feel for him. Unfortunately, another Diviner has drawn me into a real-life game of chess where every decision I make could end someone’s life. I’m trying to keep my pieces on the board, but free will is a bitch, and so are the Fates.