I go by Rose. But don't let the delicate name fool you—I'm all thorns… The polished metal stakes strapped to my thighs have pierced the hearts of so many vampires I've lost count. And after five years I still haven't found him—the vamp with one blue eye and one brown. The one who slaughtered my mother and left me, a child, to sit screaming in a pool of her still-warm blood. With any luck, he'll...
Want to know what's worse than being torn away from everything you knew? Try finding out that everything you knew was a lie. Yeah. That's where I'm at. Turns out there's a lot I didn't know. About myself. My parents. Hell, about everything. It seems like for every answer I find, I'm handed two new questions—ones even more difficult to unravel than the last. I'm done with secrets. Finished with...
The hallowed halls of Arcane Arts Academy are no place for an orphan who peddles illegal potions and lives out of a caravan…and yet here I am. After my volatile magic nearly killed a bunch of mortals, I thought for sure I'd be carted off to Kalzir prison, but they sent me here instead. Gave me shackles under the guise of mercy for my crimes. As if that wasn't bad enough, there are wolf shifters...
I'll be the first to admit it... my rise to power hasn't gone entirely as planned. I'm still trying to fit into my new role at the Night Court when a long-lost war hero reappears at court. He's beguiled the nobles, but I'm not so easily swayed or quick to trust. At least amidst all the chaos has been one constant; my males. They've been there at every turn, and I'm falling deeper in love with...
Jared Stone is a freaking wolf. And I don't mean that metaphorically, either… I thought I had it bad—living in my dead Dad's old hunting blind in the woods, barely staying alive on apples and ramen…that was before the storm hit and destroyed the only form of shelter I had left. Enter, Jared. The hottest—and most unavailable—guy at school. Except he wasn't Jared when he pulled me out of the mud...
I'm not just Allie Grace anymore. A beast slumbers beneath the surface of my skin. I have new urges and impulses. Not to mention a hot temper that flares up at the slightest provocation. But that's not all—apparently, I'm also mated. It's like a part of my soul has been sucked out, cleaved in two, and deposited into Jared and Clay. The strange otherworldly force tying us together is all but...
The pulse-pounding conclusion to The Queen's Consorts series is here! Until now, my Graces and my guardians have been enough to get me through every trial I've faced—but not this time. This time is different. The Mad King is coming with an army to claim my throne, and he won't stop until I'm dead. To save my males and my court, I'll need to forge new alliances—but will they answer my call for...
In the latest Last Vocari novel, set in bestselling author Elena Lawson's World of Thorn, cunning vampire huntress Rose takes her place at the heart of a battle that's been waging for centuries. After the shitstorm in the streets of Baton Rouge, one thing has become startlingly clear: I'm not safe, and as long as I'm still breathing, I may never be. I could accept that if it didn't also...
My entire life has been a boring montage of skipping stones, listening to lectures, and waiting for my mother to die. Now the wait is over. The Queen of the Night Court has been assassinated, and her throne is mine to claim. But not everyone at court wants me to rule... Everything was going smoothly until my godsforsaken ancestors betrayed me, placing my fate in the hands of my royal guardians...
"Raphael is dead to me already," Azrael told me through gritted teeth. "He was the dead the moment he lifted a finger against you." The explosive conclusion to The Last Vocari series is here. Follow Rose as she takes her place among the monsters she once hunted to fight her greatest battle yet.
I've been captured. Don't even get me started on how pissed off I am. My rage is raging. Azrael is the most powerful vampire I've ever encountered, and I hate knowing I can't beat him. He's brought me to this creepy cave because he thinks he can synthesize a cure for vampirism from my pure Vocari blood. I think he's insane. Doesn't really matter, though. If I don't do what Azrael wants, he says...
When there are enemies on all sides, knowing who to trust is paramount to survival. We know who's responsible for the deaths of Kincaid's brothers now. Lucifer. The devil himself. My father. But he isn't the only enemy. The angels are up to something, and tensions between the mortal and immortal cities are at an all-time high. Kincaid wants to shield me from it all, but someone needs to be...
I made a deal with a demon: my freedom in exchange for forty days at his side. Little did I know how much more I would be giving up. My naivety? Definitely. My sanity? Possibly. My heart? Irrevocably. Kincaid is cruel. Savage. A monster. I should hate him, but something inside of him whispers to the dark parts of me, bringing me back to life. So, when he says needs me, I owe it to him to try...
I have no interest in being a demon's plaything. I shouldn't even be in the Fallen City of Elisium, but all it took was one Nephilim jerk proclaiming me to be tainted and that's exactly where I wind up. The demons in this dark metropolis are vile, wicked beings, though none more so than Kincaid: the cruelest and most powerful of them all. To ensure my safe return home, I must strike a bargain...
It is law: every good thing in my life must be paid for with at least one bad thing…and I'm long overdue. Four years and I'm finally starting to feel like I've earned my place in the Forest Grove pack. Business is booming at the quarry. Our new pub is thriving. We are thriving. So, when a witch breezes into town asking questions and a ghost from my past returns, I know somewhere out there fate...
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…I don't think so. I hated Ryland from the start. Now that he's my alpha, hate is nowhere near a strong enough word. I'm barely holding on as it is, I don't need him barking orders at me every chance he gets. Layla and Viv aren't speaking to me, and I mean, I can't really blame them. Each day brings them closer to a full moon that could change them both...
No matter what I say, both the Arcane Authorities and the Arcane Council deny any witch involvement in the kidnapping and slaughter of the shifters and vampires. It's total bullsh*t. I know what I saw, and I'll prove it. But just when I think I'm onto something—disaster strikes. A student is found dead on Academy grounds. Drained of blood. A gnarly bite mark in her neck. Naturally, all fingers...
Finding out I'm descended from royalty should have been like winning the lottery. Except I got all of the renown and none of the spoils. That's what it means to be related to the dark prince. Still reeling, I throw myself into uncovering more about my dark heritage. Meanwhile, Cal and Adrian try to solve a mystery of their own. Shifters from other packs are going missing…and all the evidence...