Death this way comes, To souls who break Fae law. So it is written, So carved in blood. Mighty are the Fae who watch us all. I’m screwed. Royally screwed. Of all the ways to mess up, I picked a real gem this time—of the dastardly shifter sort. Especially because I’m the crowned elven princess. A forbidden soul mating with the cruel King Athon was not why I attended the royal summit of magical races. Our kinds do not mix, as is written in death-blood. And I’ll be damned before I let some arrogant alpha tell me what to do, and for once I’m not talking about my father. But now, I’m on the quest of a lifetime. My crew of accomplices—sworn enemies. Including King Athon and my father. Our mission—retrieve ancient artifacts lost forever. Good luck there. And if we fail? No worries. The giants will crush the realm. Between all the secrets and lies, my name is Trixie Towers; and that’s the only truth that won’t get me dead.

The bones of the kinsman tell no lies, A Fae shadow now mars the noon skies. Fly, fly as fast as you can, Fly, fly and flee the crowned man. Strong and terrible, mighty in rage, Fear Fae in your days, marked true by the sage. What in the realm have I gotten myself into this time? I thought it would be a splendid idea to sneak into the Shifter Kingdom. I needed to watch my dratted soul mate’s challenge—a fight to the death—to ensure he stayed alive. I had a plan. Then it all went to Fairy and back. Why I doubted King Athon in the first place truly baffles the mind... The Misfits did not help our kingdoms’ turbulent matters. The gremlins have given the five rulers and myself four days to find the second artifact, a weapon that will help save our realm. Four. Days. It is simply not possible. My name is Trixie Towers. I am the elven princess, who is soul-mated to the foul shifter king, and I’ve been tasked to search for long-gone relics to battle the waking giants. My life is so dreadfully complicated now.

Through time and crime, The crocodiles cried tears. Furious hearts will not die, Run away, my dears. Once were charmed, Forever enslaved. Rage! Rage! The Fae cannot change. The heart has no mercy... King Athon is a shifter prick. If only my dastardly soul mate was a little less intelligent. Alas, not only is King Athon the most powerful in the realm—alongside my father—the King of Shifters is also sharp and savvy. The vigilant predator makes it difficult to hide my truths, but I am the heir to the Elf Kingdom, a top notch swindler. I will prevail. With the five kingdoms in more trouble than we’d thought, the Misfits are even less forthcoming than usual, and all Fairy breaks loose while we search in the Caster Kingdom for the third artifact. Deep in the unsavory swamps, a deadly seduction thrives under a weeping tree. But the five rulers and I will not shirk our duty within those wicked shadows, even if we want to. My name is Trixie Towers. I utterly loathe my cruel soul mate, but the truly miraculous has happened. I’m beginning to detest the Fae even more than him.

Seven tears, seven years. Heave-ho, swelled fears. Coaxing the abyss, Not all is clear. Where topside is down, Hold tight to the crown. Savage tides still hunt, Round, round, round... I’m having feelings. For the King of Shifters. How in the realm did that happen? He may be my soul mate, but he is still my enemy. Granted, he’s a fine specimen of male flesh...but he’s still my enemy. With the five kingdoms in crisis and new visitors knocking on our door, the rulers and I are up to our Fae damned eyeballs in stress. And...did I mention the feelings already? It deserves repeating. Our quest this time? The Merfolk Kingdom. The stakes? Our lives. Our realm. Our people. But, in the end, who is really playing whom? My name is Trixie Towers. I’m the heir to the Elf Kingdom. My father is nosy and my soul mate is a beast. And I’m beginning to believe it should be that way. Yes, I said that, Fae. King Athon is mine!

Shade of bygone screams, Smite thy secret schemes. Sway ye watchful trees of Ancient, Wily roots bleed thee benevolent. Whilst crimson drips thy crime, ‘Tis sought by thee divine. Age bends thee Archive’s time, Devoted guardians, pry, deny. Yay oh, an old, vengeful Fae titters, contented. When the Fae steal my daughter from our realm, I am not a happy man. The woodland sprite, Mamue, shouldn't have taken her. She shouldn't have tested me. Rest assured, she'll find out exactly what I am capable of. But I need allies. Heading into Fairy alone is impossible. So I'll do what I need to. I'll beg. I'll lie. I'll threaten and cheat. And I'll bring my daughter and her soul mate home. I just need to get to Fairy first... My name is King Traevon Towers, King of Elves. I am not a nice man. I do the ugly work to get the job done. Don't be fooled by my polite disposition. I have fangs, and I will bite.

Thrice headed, thrice fanged, Punisher eyes weighed clever. Whilst regal duties ye divide, Awash moonlit fur, misery lies. ‘Tis howling bane, thy veiled misdeed, Fever stalks ye grandest creed. Crimson death shall be delivered, Creep of shivers, screams be hither. The few who know me whisper my name, “Caspian.” I’m the best kept secret of the King of Elves. King Traevon’s darkest assassin, and I do my duty well for the elven crown. My daggers, I caress like a lover, and, my privacy, I hide in the shadows. …until a savage shifter comes knocking. I, Bishop Marzel, have an issue. A pointy-eared, tricky issue. I’ve come to spy on my enemy’s kingdom, but what I find is much more damning—and stirs the beast inside. Even more vexing and infuriating, my target’s not what he pretends to be. A soft but firm hand is needed for this killer. …if the Fae don’t find us first. Our names are Caspian and Bishop. We are the men no one sees coming, the lethal and bloody blades behind kings’ wishes. The executioners who ruthlessly hunt our prey. When we have a problem with the Fae, it’s best to run in the opposite direction—and run fast. \*M/M readers can enjoy this book as a standalone with only slight confusion. Trixie Towers fans will learn a lot.