Fairies Humans

Sadie Doherty has suffered for 18 years with life-threatening epilepsy. She desires independence from both her debilitating disease and her parents' smothering control. However, in 1918 there are no known treatments for epilepsy and her devoted parents are suffocatingly committed to protecting her from injury and death. Sadie has no expectation of any life outside her parent’s cottage until the Fae interfere. She has a seizure in the fairy fort and wakes up in 2020. She has escaped to the future. Because of modern medical treatments, she is seizure-free and loves living in the modern ...

I just wanted a quiet corner to ugly-cry. Instead, a dusty old book ate me. Now I’m flat on my back in a fancy throne room, staring up at the kind of fae lord who should come with a warning. Aedrin: tall, smirking, magic curling around him, and eyes that say he’s already undressing me. Apparently, I’m “the Reader” he’s spent centuries summoning. Flattering. Except I have no idea how to get home, and he keeps calling me my little human in a voice that makes me melt. He says he needs my help to restore his power, but every touch and wicked smile feels less like a quest—and more ...

There is a clause in the HOA bylaws for everything: trash can placement, fence height, and acceptable shades of beige. There is not a clause for a neighbor who is literally the King of the Wild Hunt. My new neighbor, Lord Oberon, is a menace. His "lawn" is a sentient briar patch that whinges when trimmed. His "garden gnomes" are actual goblins that bite the mailman. And he refuses to acknowledge the three hundred dollars in fines I’ve taped to his gate. I treat our interactions as a war for the soul of the neighborhood. Oberon, apparently, treats them as foreplay. To him, my aggressive ...

With Her Majesty’s Royal Coven in shambles and the fate of the world hanging in the balance, the sisterhood of friends and witches must find a new way of putting together the pieces if (wo)mankind is to stand a chance, in this final chapter to Juno’s “irresistible” series (Lana Harper)...

A wedding bouquet. A royal mix-up. A very confusing marriage. All I was supposed to do was drop off the flowers. I work for my aunt’s florist shop, I had the address, and yeah—the manor looked a little weird, but I figured rich people were just into moss and weird lighting. Next thing I know, I’ve been dragged inside, handed a crown, and kissed by a very intense, very attractive man who introduces himself as Crown Prince Sylvaris of the Summer Court… and my soon-to-be husband. Apparently, I just delivered myself to the wrong dimension. According to Sylvaris—who’s gorgeous, ...

A fairy prince in disguise. The human who took him home. I thought I was just doing a good deed when I rescued a stray dog in the park. He was huge, all silvery fur and sad eyes, and followed me home like I owed him something. So I kept him. Named him Ash. Started walking him every morning, buying fancy kibble, letting him hog my bed. Then one night I woke up to find a man standing in my living room—tall, gorgeous, and completely naked—claiming to be my dog. Apparently Ash isn’t just some random mutt. He’s a fairy prince, hiding from enemies by wearing a glamour… which I somehow ...

“Absolutely unforgettable.” —Kendare Blake, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Three Dark Crowns series “A beautifully told story about justice, sisterhood, and warrior women.” —Shea Ernshaw, New York Times bestselling author of The Wicked Deep “Epic in the truest sense...

A fairy prince with a contract. A human who really should have read the fine print. I was just trying to make rent. Cater a fancy fairy wedding, smile at the guests, don’t steal any of the silverware—easy enough. Or so I thought. Somewhere between passing hors d’oeuvres and signing the invoice, I apparently agreed to marry the groom’s brother. Who, as it turns out, is not just any fairy, but the fairy prince. Now I’m being whisked off to some glittering palace I can’t pronounce, expected to wear clothes that look more like lingerie than actual outfits, and introduced as “His ...

Everyone jokes that the local big-box Swedish furniture store is a maze. They don't know that the bedroom department is literally built on top of a shifting Fae Labyrinth. I just wanted a bookshelf. I took a wrong turn at the meatballs, walked through a display wardrobe, and ended up in the Deep Fae Realm. Now I’m lost in an endless corridor of flat-pack boxes and confusing arrows, hunted by shadow beasts. My only hope of survival? Grael, the Fairy-Fae Guardian of the Maze. Grael is seven feet of winged, muscle-bound terrifying. He’s also hopelessly lost. He’s been wandering these ...

A grumpy fae with a fatal allergy to sweets. A baker who can’t stop tempting him. After my life implodes, all I want is quiet—just me, my aunt’s bakery, and endless buttercream. Then Cieran walks in: all storm-grey eyes, razor-sharp cheekbones, and a growl that sends shivers down my spine. He glares at my pastries like they’re his mortal enemy, orders black coffee—no sugar, ever—and everyone whispers he’s not human. Sweets are poison to the fae, they say. But one night, he gives in. One bite of cake—and the sound he makes is pure sin. Now he keeps coming back, staying late, ...

A fairy prince’s chosen champion. A human who can’t even do his own laundry. One minute I was on my couch, halfway through a six-hour gaming binge. The next? I woke up in a glittering throne room with a crown-wearing pretty boy announcing that I was his “summoned warrior, foretold by prophecy.” Which is hilarious, because the only thing I’m good at fighting is lag. Prince Irian looks like he stepped straight out of a fantasy RPG—sharp cheekbones, silken hair, armor that probably costs more than my car. He’s deadly serious about this whole “savior of the realm” thing. ...

“This daughter of Mary Shelley delights and excites the border between story and science.”―Samantha Hunt “A novel about what we want and also what we can’t escape.”―Allegra Hyde “A haunting chord of a novel that will hang in the air long after you turn the final page...

This is a collection of short stories about children and robots. The events that occur to the characters could very well soon happen to us too. The robots greatly desired to become human, and you will find out what came of this when you read this small book, illustrated with colorful pictures. The book is suitable for family reading. book for children

I was broke, desperate, and gullible enough to let my neighbor recruit me into selling "Enchanted Wellness Oils." I thought it was a scam. I didn't know the "Lavender Calm" was actually a potent Fae love potion. And I definitely didn't know I’d accidentally sell a bottle to a disguised Summer Court Prince. Lior is rich, powerful, and—thanks to a manufacturing error—completely obsessed with me. He didn't just leave a five-star review. He showed up at my studio apartment in a limo, demanding to join my "coven." He thinks my sales pitch is a spell. He thinks my downline is a royal court....

I moved to the middle of nowhere for one reason: peace. Instead, I got him. Lorian is every forbidden daydream made flesh—a dangerously handsome Fae lord who thinks a leaf blower is a weapon and unleashes swarms of mischievous pixies on my lawn. He’s chaos in tailored clothes, a walking disaster for my sanity, my garden gnomes, and—thanks to him—my toaster now only speaks in riddles. All I want is for Lorian to leave me alone. But when his magic traps us in my tiny cottage, the air turns electric, and every glance crackles with temptation. Beneath his infuriating glamour is a lonely...

A fairy prince who can’t be touched. A human who can’t seem to stop. After one too many bad decisions, I’m crashing on my cousin’s couch, desperate to get my act together. The last thing I expect is to stumble into a job at the weirdest little café I’ve ever seen—one that caters to the fae. It’s just coffee and pastries. Until he walks in. Thalen is… impossible. All sharp cheekbones, silken hair, and frosty glares. He’s obviously one of them—the kind of fairy that humans aren’t even supposed to look at for too long. And he definitely doesn’t want me looking at him. ...

To survive, she must become one of them. To thrive, she must become the best. The walls of Dökkálfa have ears. They have ears, and they whisper. And what they have to say can be chilling, but not all fairies hear them—only those blessed by the Old Gods. Kara Middleton wasn’t always a fairy. Heck, even now, she couldn’t be called completely Fey. Because the Queen of Ljósálfar made her what she is, and what she is… is frightening. But there is one fairy who is not afraid of Kara and the devastating power she wields as if her very own. For he, too, hears the whispers of the castle ...

Employing the popular Don't Know Much About style, with its familiar question-and-answer format, DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT MYTHOLOGY will explore the myths of the world, their impact on history, and their continuing role in our lives. It will offer listeners a wide-ranging, comprehensive...

I have a label maker, a color-coded system, and a zero-tolerance policy for clutter. Lord Vane has a zero-tolerance policy for letting go. I was hired to declutter his gothic estate, not manage a six-foot-five High Fae with massive, iridescent wings and a magpie complex. Vane collects everything: cursed mirrors, shiny candy wrappers, ancient gold, and buttons. When I hold up a rusted, possibly haunted birdcage and ask, "Does this spark joy?" Vane doesn't just say yes—he hisses, flares those dazzling feathers to block the door, and dares me to touch his treasures again. But somewhere ...

A fairy prince playing for keeps. A human who was just here for the cash. I signed up for a cheesy dating show to fake a romance and score enough money to fix my life. But I never expected the lead to be an actual fairy prince—one with a sinful smile, magic in his touch, and a habit of backing me into corners when the cameras aren’t looking. While the other contestants bat their lashes and play fairy-tale perfect, Eirian only wants me, the stubborn human who won’t swoon for his spells. But every enchanted hot tub, every midnight challenge, every brush of his lips against my skin is ...