The Romance Story Of A Generation Aia spent her life in hiding…until her secret was discovered and she was taken to the Palace in chains. Now, among the last crop of an ancient arboreal race, she will have to prove herself useful to the High Prince to survive. But alas, love is ruin. And the last of one race might become the first in another. From The Episode Entitled, "What Nightmares Do You Mean?" “You dropped your book,” the Second Prince said with a smirk. “Did you do that on purpose, Little Tree?” He folded his ink-stained hands together in front of him, his elbows on the desk. I bent and snatched the book up, clutching it to my chest. “Why would I drop a book on purpose?” He tilted his head. “To appear helpless.” “Why would I put so much effort into feigning a state to which I have already fallen victim?” His eyebrows raised, his stormy eyes lightening for a moment. “You are a victim to helplessness?” “Well, I am here in this Palace against my will. And I cannot help myself except to accelerate my own demise if I so chose, which I do not. So yes, I would say I am quite helpless. And so, if I drop a book, it is not some strategy. I am merely nervous. And now you have made fun of me for it.” “Hmm….” He picked up his quill after studying me for just a bit and made as if he would write again. But before he touched it to his paper, he looked back up at me, surprised that I still stood before him. “Will you not…go, then, since I have made you so nervous?” I knew how ferociously I blushed, and how my heart squeezed almost to the point beyond beating in my chest, and how my hands gripped the book too tightly. But I could not, for any reason or after any amount of urging myself, convince my feet to move. The Second Prince laughed, but not the happy sort, and stood up from his seat. He approached me, his white shirt unbuttoned at the top and his brown breeches nicely cut and perfectly hemmed. When he was very close to me, he reached out to take the book from my hands. I let him do this, of course, because he was a Monarch of the Realm, and who was I to deny him? Except when I looked down at my arms, the book was still pressed against my bosom, and his hand had retreated, for I had dodged its advance with the slightest deflection. He was very surprised then, as was I, and his dark-blue eyes glittered with amusement. “May I see your book please, Honorable Tree?” I bit my lip as I handed it to him. And then, because I did not know what to do with my empty hands, I clenched the formerly smooth fabric along the sides of my sage green dress. The Prince traced his fingers across the leather cover of the book, and I felt my chest burn. I gasped at this response, for it was not allowable for me to think about his fingers or the way they moved so lightly over the brown leather. I was not meant to wonder what those same hands would feel like wandering over my skin. His eyes flicked up at me when I gasped, but then, when he saw I had nothing to say, he continued with his examination of the book. The First Dryad From The Mind Of Teshelle Combs

Through blood and fire, Na Feri lo Kayda is the champion of her realm’s trials. She will be Queen when her time comes. Per Royal Law, the second place finisher is destined to become Feri’s mate. But it is no nobleman who rises victorious. If Feri cannot find a way to loosen his grip, the victor’s claim to the throne—and to her—may raze her realm to nothing but flame and ash. Embrace the burn of this standalone fantasy romance, fraught with high royal drama, plot twists, and forbidden love. It can be read on its own but is included with other novels by Teshelle Combs in the First Collection.

Sanaa of Rote exists only to please her father, the King, by marrying the High Prince of an allied realm. And she will succeed. She must. If she can bear to swallow her hatred for the man to whom she must yield every fragment of her power. From the world of The First Dryad by Teshelle Combs...enter the story of The First Stone. Expect to devour this standalone enemies to lovers, high fantasy, royal drama, dirty dancing masterpiece in one sitting. From episode 8: "Bite Your Lips" “Yes. That’s why you found me up here. Alone.” He glared. “Your jealousy astounds me.” I clenched my jaw and forced myself to breathe. He had the peculiar talent of making me more angry than my physical body could withstand. Every part of me thrummed with the vibrance of life, the reality of pure anger. “So why did you ask to come, besides to provoke my allegedly astounding jealousy?” “To try. With you.” I tucked my hair behind my ears and exhaled. “…It did not go well.” “It did not.” “You may go then. I wish to descend on my own.” “No.” I glared at him. “No? What do you mean no ?” “I won’t leave you. No.” I huffed. “Then I will leave you .” But as soon as I took a step, he took one as well. I turned back and explained my desire yet again, in simpler terms. “You stay. I will go down.” “No.” And again. He stepped when I did. A most aggravating shadow. “It is getting dark,” I complained. “Then we should both descend.” “I will—” “No.” And then I understood. “You are…doing dominance! ” He rolled his eyes. “I am not doing dominance. I am dominant.” I put my hands on my hips. “You cannot be dominant unless I submit. And I won’t.” “What happens now, then?” And Taeyo stepped toward me. So close that there were only two choices. Fall off the edge of the cliff or face him. Touch him. What are you doing, Sanaa? You are challenging his dominance? His dominance? And asserting—pretending? Deluding?—that you have some dominance of your own? What happens now, indeed? Will you…fight? Dance? Sanaa, you are in over your head. What. Happens. Now? I sucked in air and titled my chin and tried to look like I meant what I was about to say. “My mind is made up. I descend on my own. Challenge me, and I will push you off this cliff, Taeyo. I promise you I will.” But this High Prince, this Taeyo, switched places with me, moving me in one fluid motion toward the center of the cliff while his back was to the edge. The Future King leaned into me, both his hands gripping my waist so he could pull my hips against his. And then he whispered, his lips grazing my temple. “Say my name like that again and you may do anything to me you like.” And then he took a step backwards, his eyes on mine, and walked right off the edge. The story is waiting. Come have a taste. From The First Collection, including titles like The First Dryad, The First Nymph, and The First Flame.

Marriage is forbidden in Orega, the Land of Many Waters, but High Prince Maxos does not seem to care. He will stop at nothing to force a marriage out of Eilyn for the good fortune of his own realm. Eilyn will have to destroy the Prince along with his ambitions to protect the women of Orega if she can manage to keep her hands off him. From the world of The First Collection, including novels like The First Dryad and The First Stone. An excerpt I used my Will to rip through his wickedly black shirt, and he winced. Cursing, he grabbed my hair and pulled me close enough for his lips to graze mine when he spoke. “You went too deep on purpose.” His accusation made me smile. In fact, it brought every bit of my skin to life. “Eat your food and stop complaining, Maxos.” The High Prince did as he was told. When his mouth met mine, the core of my body tightened, as if I had nearly died of thirst and there was water just a breath away. A murmur left me…like a whimper and a moan wrapped in one, and he seemed quite pleased to have heard it. He lifted me until I sat on the desk, the carvings along the edge pressing into my skin, and parted my legs so he could slip between them. Every time I reached for what remained of his clothing, Maxos pushed my hands away. “Your trousers,” I mumbled, my breath leaving me in waves while he plucked at my neck with his lips. “Let me take them off.” But he pitted his Will against mine and kept my hands occupied. “Not yet.” “Maxos—” “Stop talking, Eilyn, for the love of heaven—” But I was no one’s attendant. I would not be taking orders from the High Prince. I pushed myself off the desk and shoved the Prince back with enough force that he fell to the floor with a grunt. I snaked atop him, and he urged me back toward him with cool hands. Trousers gone. There. I trailed kisses along his abdomen until I met his mouth once more. But this playing only frustrated us both. Why it all felt so urgent, I knew not. “You are not ready,” he said, holding me off by clutching my hips and attempting to hold me still. “Give me a little more time.” But my body already was slick with sweat, and I knew what I wanted and how badly I wanted it. I angled myself, pulling his very Will from his mouth, but still he would not come into me. I did not appreciate being denied. “Eilyn—” I groaned. “Just…Maxos, let me have what I want.” He leaned forward, those hands along my naked spine just as I’d imagined. The smell of him perfect. The taste of him perfect. “It will be time…when you feel you will die without it.” Dive into this watery world of high royals, witty banter, enemies to lovers, and more. Meet Eilyn and Maxos and fall in love, lost in fantasy in this standalone novel connected to a rich world.