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After years of adoration and love—and lots of intimacy—my guys have a special holiday request. A little fae baby. Like a fool, I agree, but there’s no way I can choose who gets to be the father. So, my guys have come up with a solution. A series of trials will determine who’ll do the deed; namely, one in the bedroom that has me questioning if my lady parts are really up for this. Right now? Yeah, I can’t feel my legs.

“Why am I naked and tied to a chair?” Because you’re in Hell, little rebel. My hell. Camillia De la Croix isn’t human. She’s a Halfling Hell Fae with a fiery spirit and a will that refuses to break. The rebellious beauty escaped my dungeon. Fled Hell. Then f--ked off to Fae only knows where. Now I’m paying the price of her little jaunt around the fae realms. Because her antics earned us both the wrath of the Hell Fae King. He blames me for allowing her to escape.

I made a deal with a demon and it didn’t end well. What else is new? But this is the right path. I know it. All that matters to me is getting all of my mates in one place. Including my newest addition: an incubus named Asher. I used the last of my power to imprison Lucifer. Had I held onto it without my mates to ground me, I would have died. So, in retrospect, I’m just glad to be alive. And now I need to figure out how to get all of my nine mates in one place. Because the realms are trembling.

My one piece of advice: Never kiss a stranger. See, I kind of kissed this sexy man at the bar on a dare once, and it turns out he’s a Royal Fae destined to be my mate. Now I’ve been dragged to the Elemental Fae Academy to control the powers I unlocked that night.

An Affinity. Most humans never get one, but the Goddess gives everyone the opportunity when they turn sixteen. When Terrence receives his Affinity, he is shocked to discover it has never been seen before within the Kingdom. Worse yet, his Affinity reinforces the thing he was made fun of for his entire life. His weight. Follow Terrence as he uses his Affinity to progress with the hopes of becoming a Dungeoneer—someone who explores and conquers Dungeons.

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“Mate me or die. Your choice.” The words weren’t meant for me, but I felt them resonating in my very soul. What would I choose? Death. Of course, I would just burn to ash and wake up again with the same damn problem swirling around in my heart and mind. My inner beast thinks it has imprinted on a Halfling Hell Fae. Without my permission.

One word could kill them all. That's what I was warned about after the first accident when I killed my family's allies. My powers manifested too young. Powers I never asked for. I can connect with the realm of the dead. My medium? My voice. And so I don't talk. Ever. Not to anyone—except my sister, of course. She's the only reason I'm not utterly insane after a lifetime spent hiding. In the darkness. In silence. Under a shroud of loneliness with only the dead for company.