When Kanji discovers a plan to unite the Sidhee and the Dryma, he tricks
the Sidhee prince and attends a masked ball in disguise. There he
meets Prince Tristan, who is nothing like the other fairies. Kind and
compassionate, Tristan has a plan to free the Dryma from their
dependence on the trees—and their need of the Kuro’s protection.
It could mean freedom for Kanji’s people, but it might also mean
choosing between them and the life of the fairy who is—impossibly—his mate.

When Tristan is wounded in battle and left for dead, his survival depends
on the success of his experiments. Can Kanji dare to believe, or must
he come to terms with the loss of his mate?

A Bittersweet Dreams title: It’s an unfortunate truth: love doesn’t
always conquer all. Regardless of its strength, sometimes fate
intervenes, tragedy strikes, or forces conspire against it. These
stories of romance do not offer a traditional happy ending, but the
strong and enduring love will still touch your heart and maybe move
you to tears.

For centuries, the Kuro swan shifters have been the unwilling servants of
the Dryma faeries. That changed when Prince Tristan of the Dryma
attempted to sacrifice himself for Royal Kuro Kanji—his lover and mate.

The Sidhee, seeing Tristan’s actions to free the swans as a betrayal,
launch a devastating attack that leaves most of the Kuro and Dryma
dead or imprisoned.The fate of the swans rests entirely on Kanji’s
shoulders, and he must somehow devise a plan that will protect both
his partner and his tribe as the war with the Sidhee rages. It won’t
be easy for mortal enemies to become allies, and Kanji is beginning
to despair of ever waking Tristan from his deathlike slumber. And
neither the Kuro nor the Dryma can compete with the Sidhee when it
comes to brutal violence.

When Kanji finds a small boy asleep at the bottom of a lake, his hope for
reuniting with Tristan is rekindled. But what is the boy, and can his
magic turn the tide against a seemingly unstoppable enemy?

Excerpt from Book 2: Captive Wings

 

The floor was hard beneath my knees as I dropped beside the bed. Tristan had his face turned away as though he were sleeping, and I had a terrible sense of dread he’d gone back under.

“Tristan.” My voice came out as a whimper. “Tristan, please, I’m here.”

“Kanji.”

A heavy hand was in my hair, tangling my long dark strands around his fingers. Even though he had been in a coma, Tristan still felt as strong as he had before, as if his deep sleep had merely been a passing dream.

His fingers twitched as he gently caressed the base of my skull. His other hand lay limply on the bed, so I pressed my face against his palm. Just inhaling his scent would’ve been enough to bring me to my knees if I hadn’t been already.

“Kanji,” he repeated, his voice thick with emotion. His body shuddered as he touched my hair, my neck, my shoulder… everywhere he wanted. “You saved me.”

I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Cold tears burst from my eyes, but I was powerless to stop them.

“Baby, why are you crying?” He sounded alarmed.

“I’ve missed you,” I admitted, keeping my hands firmly on my jeaned thighs. The urge to touch him was overwhelming, and just his little circles on my neck filled my cock. “It wasn’t me.”

“What do you mean?”

“It wasn’t me who saved you.”

There was a silence as heavy as the coats we had to wear to stay warm. “How can you say that?”

“Zain and I found an Asrai boy. He’s the one who saved you.”

Tristan’s laughter was like music I wanted to covet for the rest of my life. “Maybe he woke me up, but he didn’t save me. I assure you, that was all you.”

I tried to bury my face deeper against his hand, just in an attempt to get closer to him. “I failed.”