The Actor's Contract

The Actor's Contract

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Introduction

A San Francisco Boy.
Famous actor and model.
Renowned playboy.
Damaged lover.
And a heartless robot.

He needs to fix his reputation. I need money for my sister's treatment.

Everything about us is fake ... but the line between fake and real can get blurred very quickly.

Enrique Blackburn turned himself into a robot. Untouchable. Emotionless. Unloveable. The quintessential playboy of the silver screen.

He doesn't do love. He can never say the words. Especially not to me, his contracted phony girlfriend.

But despite the consequences I let him take my breath and steal my heart. I have everything to win, but so much more to lose.

We made an arrangement. We agreed to a contract. No sex. No love. No relationship.

Can I become part of his biopic? Can I make him find his heart? Can I make this real?

But most importantly - can I make him say those three words?

Chapter 1

Date = 26 November (a few days after the beach party, Book 1)

It started with a midnight call from a stranger.

Place = Los Angeles / Berlin

From Russia. With no love.

POV Aria

Life is about the choices we make.

Or so the people say.

They also say that there’s ALWAYS a choice.

(Like choosing ‘Accept’ or ‘Decline’ on the pop-up notification of the incoming Zoom call.)

But they are wrong.

Sometimes life chooses for you.

Those people call it fate. I call it ‘Aria’s unlucky lot’.

I don’t have choices … I have forced picks.

(Like having to accept this unexpected call when I so desperately want to decline it.)

“Don’t freak out,” I whisper to myself, taking one last look in the mirror on the opposite wall.

Crap. I look like shit.

I’m halfway through my usual skincare routine, wearing a T-shirt with a faded cartoon unicorn throwing up rainbows. A towel wrapped around my head like a stressed housewife in a telenovela, face slathered in thick black goo that makes me look like I’ve just crawled out of a volcanic ash pit.

So much for first impressions.

I definitely was not expecting his call. And I’m definitely not dressed to impress.

With a resigned sigh, I click ‘Accept’.

The screen flickers for a second before stabilizing.

I see a sleek hotel room bathed in dim gold light and accented in dark slate gray. Clean, modern lines. Floor-to-ceiling windows glistening with rain. Beyond them, the Berlin skyline blurs behind a cold November mist.

I stare.

Golden skin. Tousled hair. A casual white shirt that is criminally unbuttoned. He looks like a perfume ad that has come to life just to judge me.

Sexy.

He blinks. Then grins. Then he leans back onto the dark wood headrest of an unreasonable large bed, smirking like a boy who’s just discovered a new toy.

“Please tell me I haven’t interrupted a ritual sacrifice,” he says, very calmly.

“It’s skincare,” I snap, clutching the front of my tee, just to remember I’m actually braless. “It clears pores,” I over-explain.

“No judgment,” he says, “It’s sweet that you’re prepping for me. I just wasn’t expecting Batman’s sexier cousin.”

I narrow my eyes, which only makes the mask crinkle. “You’re lucky I signed that NDA.”

“I’m always lucky,” he chuckles. “Jackson is the jinxed one.” He smiles with boyish mischief. But it’s his eyes that make me stare. One is a sharp, icy blue. The other blue, swirling into a warm hazel-brown like melted chocolate in a summer sky. I get lost in them for a moment.

Perfect.

“Hey, Batnip, you’re drooling.”

Shit. “I’m not. You’re not even my type.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. He sniggers softly — the sound warms my body and gives me goosebumps. Shit.

“I’m everybody’s type.”

I fold my arms. “Are you always this charming?”

“Only after midnight. Or whenever I’m freezing my balls off.” He’s annoyingly cocky.

Obnoxious.

I tilt the screen downward with dramatic botheration, then lean back. “Why did you call?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he sneers, glancing at the window. The rain taps faintly on the glass, soothing in a distant way.

“Berlin’s cold as hell. Gray skies, grayer coffee. I was hoping my girlfriend would warm me up.”

That word ‘girlfriend’ — even in jest — makes something sharp twist in me. It could be my gut. However, that part of my anatomy has never been very trustworthy.

Whatever it is, it tells me getting close to this man is going to be painful. But this is the only choice.

Doesn’t matter who chose it — me, life, or fate.

“Fake … girlfriend.” I exhale and remove the towel from my head, and my wet red curls fall over my shoulders. His eyes twitch. “However, I must warn you … I don’t do fake well. I have a terrible poker face.”

He cocks his head. “Good. Grew up in a family where a lie could get you killed,” he says lightly, though something shadows his expression for just a second. “Long story that includes a well, a whistle, and a stable.” He blinks twice as if I’m supposed to know what he means.

“Really,” I say just to say something.

“Yeah, so, we’re not faking to each other. Just the rest of the world.” I don’t want to dwell too deeply into the meaning of those words.

“And the more people know about a secret, the less secret it becomes and the more likely it is to leak out,” he adds as if he’s forced to recite a terrible poem. I shake my head slightly in agreement.

He’s right … the only way to keep a secret secret is not to tell anyone. So no telling.

The fresh peachy fruit flavor of my shampoo wafts into my nose. I take a deep breath.

And exhale — steadying myself, and pushing some wet curls from my face.

The contract. That is what we should discuss. My mood morphs from playfully annoyed to serious.

“Alright,” I start, moving to the middle of my bed, folding my legs, and pulling my laptop onto my lap. “Let’s talk about this. No flirting. No jokes. Just facts.” I need to focus, and his good looks and little comments are not helping.

He arches a brow. “You’re going to be no fun at all, are you?” He sounds like Leyla when she doesn’t get her way.

I ignore him and pick up the contract I’ve printed out, eyes scanning the text with forced detachment. “So … point one — I pretend to be your girlfriend. Publicly starting mid-March,” I say. We have to wait for Leyla to finish her first batch of chemo.

“And in turn, I will pay for all Leyla’s medical expenses and whatever else you girls may need.” He eyes me, and I’m sure those strange eyes can read minds. I try to hide the guilt mixed with exhaustion I feel. Try not to make it too obvious that I don’t want to accept this deal. But I have to.

“How is she?” he asks softly, and at my surprised frown, he adds, “I know she started her chemo.” My frown increases. See … I knew he was clairvoyant.

“How do I know?” he goes on. “I’ve done some digging … there’s a file.” Now that’s not creepy at all.

I look down, so as not to let him see the pain in my eyes. “She threw up most of the night.”

Enrique doesn’t speak for a second. Then, gently — “I’m sorry” as if it’s his fault.

For some reason, that makes it worse. My jaw tightens. “You don’t need to say that. You just need to hold up your end of the contract.” I don’t need his pity. Don’t want it. It makes Leyla’s condition too real.

He lets the comment slide. “She’s nine, right?”

“And a half.” I smile. She never forgets the half.

“You said she likes lizards,” he states. Actually, she likes all animals. More so, the creepy ones.

I raise a brow. “Is that in the file?”

He chuckles. It’s sexy.

“That, and you mentioned that she’s obsessed with the chameleon in Tangled?”

“Pascal,” I sigh softly. Clairvoyant and observant, with the memory of an elephant. Great. The traits of a good serial killer. “Yeah.”

There is a pause. I force myself back on track.

“Can we make the money a loan? I’ll work and pay you back.” I don’t like taking money from anyone. “I don’t want your charity,” I snap.

His voice remains calm. “It’s not charity. It’s a job. An exchange. You help fix my image — I help save your sister’s life. That’s the deal.”

“Like a salary?” I pause for a beat, contemplating it over in my head.

“Okay, I will accept the medical expenses as my salary,” I agree, “But anything extra will be a loan.” He pouts and shrugs. I take it as an agreement.

The rain is tapping against his window like an impatient drummer. I look back down at the stack of pages in my lap. The paper is warm from my hands, creased at the edges from me gripping it too tightly, as if it might suddenly spring free and bite me. I clear my throat.

“Clause two …” My voice comes out sharper than I intend, the words slicing through the low hum of the storm in the background. I wet my lips, narrowing my eyes at him across the screen. “It says we can’t be SEEN hooking up with other people. I need that changed.”

His brows kick upward, a flicker of mischief tugging at the corner of his mouth. He leans back, stretching out like he owns the entire Berlin, one arm slung lazily across a pillow — like some smug lawyer waiting for me to incriminate myself.

“Changed how?” he asks, tone dangerously mild.

I inhale. The air smells faintly of citrus from the tea I abandoned on the coffee table, sharp enough to sting my tongue when I speak. “Since we’re going to act as a couple … we’re going to act all the way.”

That gets him. His lips twitch into a grin that is equal parts charm and menace. The kind of smile that says this-is-going-to-be-fun-for-me-but-disastrous-for-you.

“You’re not going to cheat and put me in an awkward position,” I continue before he can cut in. My heart is thrumming like it’s auditioning to be the percussion in a marching band, but my tone stays brisk, clipped, businesslike. “I am not going to be the girl who couldn’t keep her man in place. Understand?”

The grin blooms full now, and the storm rattles the window as if applauding him. He tilts his head, eyes narrowing in theatrical consideration.

“So …” he drawls, each syllable heavy with mischief. “No sex with other parties.”

He lets the words hang in the air, watching me squirm.

“Only with each other.”

The audacity.

A noise escapes me — something between a scoff and a dying walrus. Attractive. I glare harder, gripping the papers like they’re the only thing keeping me tethered to sanity.

“No sex, period,” I snap, the slam of my words sharper than my look.

He doesn’t even blink. Just smirks at me like a cat who’s found the cream and knows I won’t take the saucer away. That smile says he doesn’t believe me for a second. Which — fine. Whatever. Liar, liar, self-sabotaging pants on fire.

I barrel on before he can say it out loud. “Moving on. Clause Three …”

“… upon termination of this contract, there shall be a two-month grace period before either party may publicly date again.” Strange … but yeah … it’s not as if I have a line of suitors waiting for me to finish this ‘job’.

“Just so nobody gets suspicious,” he explains. I nod in confirmation.

“Great. Number Four … you may not engage in any sort of inappropriate conduct in public, no arguing, no fighting, no tantrums ― no humiliating behavior of any kind whatsoever.”

My face transforms into this weird expression all by itself.

He smirks. “Do you want to add something?”

“Yes, the same goes for you — you may not humiliate me for any reason … privately or publicly.” I look him straight in the eye, my gaze unwavering.

“Why do you assume I would?” He looks rather nostalgic.

“You come out as a rather callous type,” I say.

A Robot.

Still challenging him with that relentless look. He sulks, as if my words made a dent in his ego. Which it didn’t.

“You don’t have to worry about Clause Five. I always dress presentably.” My voice is firm, cause it’s the truth. “I’m professional.”

He smirks. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I lift my chin. “I don’t show up to work looking like I just escaped a cult … or a strip club,” I add, since the contract states I should dress sexy, but not slutty.

He grins even wider, clearly enjoying himself. I don’t get the joke. “So just to be clear … your version of ‘presentable’ includes a jet-black face mask, wet hair, and a T-shirt with a rainbow vomiting unicorn?”

I blink, then look down.

Crap.

It’s my bedtime T-shirt. The unicorn’s eyes are crossed. The rainbow looks radioactive.

His voice drops, teasing but shameless. “Not that I’m complaining, Cupcake. It’s a very … expressive look. It screams cult with a hint of stripper.” Can he see my nipples? I’m sure he can. The T is white, material thin from old age and repeated wear and tear.

I grab the nearest throw blanket and yank it across my chest. “Are you —?! You absolute —!” I stutter. Then my voice breaks. “I was not expecting a call.”

He holds up both hands in mock surrender, grinning like the devil. “Hey, you said you were presentable. I’m just … observing the facts.”

“You’re impossible.”

“I’m a man, Batnip.” He says, looking smug. “Men tend to notice tits and sexy body parts. It’s in our DNA.”

I glare at him through the screen, cheeks pink. “This is strictly business.”

He rests his chin on his hand. “If this is business, it’s the best meeting I’ve ever had.”

I inhale deeply, chewing my bottom lip to calm myself. The fires in his eyes change to a feeling I’m not eager to dissect. He’s either hungry, angry, or horny. Feeling a little uneasy under his stare, I start playing with the frilly edge of the blanket.

“I’m done with the contract … it’s boring. Is there any clause you have a serious problem with? Any major changes you want done?” he asks.

“Not really. A little here and there.”

“Okay, mail it to me. We can sign it when you move in,” he says casually as if it’s the most natural thing to do … leave my whole life behind to move into a house I’ve never even seen, in a city I’ve never been to — for a lie.

“Hey, it’s not a lie. It’s … an arrangement. Plus, you get to live in a beach house with a hot guy. And free Wi-Fi.” His telepathic abilities scare me a little. I’m pretty sure only vampires, demons, and devils can read minds. And I don’t want to share a house with any of them.

“Why me?” I ask all seriously. “You don’t even know me.”

“I don’t need to. Your file has everything.”

I stare at him.

He shrugs. “Aria Thompson. Born, 25 July. You’re 21. You’re a Leo. Took guardianship of your sister when you finished high school so Noah could study. You’ve been working three jobs while enrolled in night classes at the cosmetology school, which you dropped when Leyla got sick. You have your own makeup and fashion blog. You like pink and you suffer from claustrophobia.”

My throat closes up. He leans forward again, elbows resting on his knees. “You think I picked you because you’re pretty?”

“I think you picked me because no one else would be desperate enough to say yes.” Although I can’t think of any girl who would say no.

He doesn’t argue. Instead, he says, “Actually, fate picked you.” I fucking knew it. “I was desperate. I wanted someone real. Someone with something to lose. And your brother literally fell into my lap at our beach party. If that’s not a sign from the universe, I don’t know what is.”

I meet his gaze. My stomach turns. I’m not sure what Noah, fate, or the universe has to do with this, but I understand we both are desperate.

“What’s your end of the story?” I ask, changing the subject.

“I’ve had seventeen orgies, four-hundred-and-thirty-four girlfriends, ninety-two relationships, six pregnancies, fifty-five harassment calls, seven stalkers, of which three got violent. And that’s only in the last year. Some I’ve met, some not.” Wow. Just fucking wow.

“You’re a player.”

Toyboy.

“I’m a pretty-boy with issues,” he corrects. “But I’m also the face of several multi-billion-dollar brands that want me to stop being a headline for sex and start being a headline for stability. A.k.a. they want me to change my image to hot-as-hell-but-unavailable. Apparently, unavailability sells.”

“Enter me.” I wonder what sex with him would be like. It can’t be worse than my previous experiences. I’m sure that last jock broke my orgasm with his pathetic thumping.

“Exactly, they want me to have a girlfriend,” he says, “I want a sweet, grounded girl. Real. Not Hollywood. Not another slutty famous face.”

“You make me sound like a nun,” I laugh.

“You make me sound like an idiot.”

“You don’t need me for that. You’re an idiot all by yourself.”

He snorts, a short, amused sound that curls at the edges of his lips. I can’t help but smile — just a flicker — before I rein it back. “So what’s our story? How did we meet?”

“Bookstore?” he suggests, too quickly, like he just grabbed the first innocent thing off the shelf.

I let my gaze travel over him, slow and assessing. The perfect hair. The casual sprawl of his body on the bed, as if gravity obeys him. The glint of someone who thrives on being seen, not tucked away in silence, losing himself between the pages of a good book.

“Have you ever been in one? You look like the type who doesn’t even read your own scripts.”

“Ouch.” But I know I’m not wrong. This man doesn’t read.

He props his chin on his knuckles, pretending to be wounded. “Fine. What’s your suggestion?”

I sit straighter, spine clicking into place, shoulders forward like I’m giving a lecture. “Something believable. Organic. Respectable.”

He tilts his head at me, eyes gleaming with amusement. “So … a farmer’s market?” I roll my eyes as a groan rips out of me.

“I said believable.”

He chuckles low in his chest, the sound warm, velvety, and annoyingly contagious. I fight a smile and press on.

“Function … at a gallery in LA. I was a waitress, you were supposed to be on a date.”

That makes him laugh outright, the kind that spreads through the room like the flare of a struck match. For a second, it actually softens the hard edges of his face.

And damn it, the sound is dangerously easy to like.

“I don’t date,” he interrupts. “But I was there for the show … you carried wine. I bumped you. You spilled it on me.”

I smile and crack the charcoal mask even more. “That’s kind of cute.”

“You thought I was rude. I thought you were dramatic. You told me off. I asked for your number. You said no.” Sounds about right. I would have thought he was an obnoxious ass … a sexy, perfect, attractive one … with a robotic manner … a toyboy with a cap T … but still an annoying ass.

And I never give out my number. Not after the incident. Noah knows this.

“But then,” I smile, more genuinely this time. He’s not that bad … I think. “You waited for me outside, handing me your very expensive Italian shirt to wash. The next day we met for brunch so I could give your stupid shirt back,” I sneer.

“See? You’re catching on.”

“But why are we moving in together so soon?” Noah will know I would never move in with a guy … especially after just 4 months.

“You got evicted. Rent went up. You had nowhere to go, and I offered.”

“Pity move?” I chuckle.

“No. I was begging you. Because I missed you when you weren’t there.” Nope, not good enough. I need a reason that fits me for this to look legit.

“Leyla … we moved in so Leyla could start her next round of chemo with the new doctor.” Now that’s something even I would believe I would do. He nods.

We sit in silence for a moment, the soft ping of rain echoing faintly on his side of the screen.

“What do we tell Noah?” I ask eventually.

“Don’t tell him.” He doesn’t have any sign of worry on his face. Well, I’m not comfortable with this take-it-as-you-go attitude. I need to know.

I hesitate. “What are you going to tell your family?” I try again.

“Nothing. They’ll find out eventually.”

“When? The day I move in?” He shrugs.

“Probably. Although Jackson might know everything by tomorrow,” he hoots a roar. “I swear he has top secret NSA clearance.” He’s way too comfortable with everything. I’m not.

I frown. “I hate this already.” I’m not gonna lie. This is way out of my comfort zone.

“You’ll get used to it.” Still calm as a cucumber.

“I won’t.”

“You might even start to like me.” This hits too close to home. I think I’m already starting to like him.

I laugh. “Unlikely.”

“Fine, I’ll talk to Noah. Tell him our story. Charm him. Be polite and not my usual self.” I believe he’ll charm my brother. I’m sure he can charm the devil.

“He’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. Don’t worry so much,” he ends.

I’m tired. And I need to think. I need to end this call.

I sigh. “Is there anything else?”

“Just one thing.” His voice drops into that slow, teasing register that makes it sound like he is about to propose or promote cologne. “I can’t wait for you to move in.”

“Please don’t flirt with me while I look like this.”

“On the contrary,” he says, smirking, “I think this version of you is the most honest. Raw. Real. Covered in volcanic tar.”

“It’s CHARCOAL.” I really need to end this call. He’s creeping into my mind.

“I’m into it.” Into the tar or into my mind? And I’ve never met anyone this cocky.

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Looking forward to meeting in person, Batnip.” What’s with the fucking Batnip?

Click. I slam the laptop shut and scream into the air.

My neighbor shouts from next door, “Did you just fall in love or explode?” Thin walls. Tiny, lousy, shitty apartments. Affordable.

“Neither!”

But my heart is doing weird, traitorous things. Which is not in the contract.

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The wedding is over and Alyssa tries hard to forget the mysterious Nicholas Donnelly but can he forget her? Can he ignore the attraction he feels for her, feelings that have resurfaced after ten years?
What will Allyssa do when she is stalked by the man who has been invading her dreams since the day she met him? What will she do when she is whisked away to a deserted island by the unpredictable Nicholas Donnelly? Can she tame her heart or surrender to sinful temptations? Read to find out!
Part of the Temptation Series. Can be read as a standalone.
Goddess Of The Underworld

Goddess Of The Underworld

951k Views · Completed · Sheridan Hartin
Left at a pack border with a name and a stubborn heartbeat, Envy grows into the sharpest kind of survivor, an orphaned warrior who knows how to hold a line and keep moving. Love isn’t in the plan…until four alpha wolves with playboy reputations and inconveniently soft hands decide the girl who won’t bow is the only queen they’ll ever take. Their mate. The one they have waited for. Xavier, Haiden, Levi, and Noah are gorgeous, lethal, and anything but perfect and Envy isn’t either. She’s changing. First into hell hound, Layah at her heels and fire in her veins. Then into what the realm has been waiting for, a Goddess of the Underworld, dragging her mates down to hell with her.

When the veil between the Divine, the Living, and the Dead begins to crack, Envy is thrust beneath with a job she can’t drop: keep the worlds from bleeding together, shepherd the lost, and make ordinary into armour, breakfasts, bedtime, battle plans. Peace lasts exactly one lullaby. This is the story of an orphan pup who became a goddess by choosing her family; of four imperfect alphas learning how to be better. Steamy, fierce, and full of heart, Goddess of the Underworld is a reverse harem, found-family paranormal romance where love writes the rules and keeps three realms from falling apart.
The Dark Witch & The Alpha Book 2

The Dark Witch & The Alpha Book 2

1.1k Views · Ongoing · Kassy Rae Wall
Pythia comes from a long line of dark witches, she killed her mother for her reckless behavior and becomes the queen of the dark witches and teamed up with the Great White Witch and the vampire queen to fight in the battle to keep the balance in all the different worlds, she meets her mate, Tye in the great battle. Tye is the great white witches brother and a alpha. Together they will embark on a battle to correct the elders and take a step forward to peace among the dark witches, the road is long especially when they find out Pythias true royalty line. When realms collide and the moon goddess has to step in and not only aid because of the new found threat but to tell the secrets she has helped keep hidden for many years, Pythia is forced to train harder, work harder and plan for the absolute unexpected but, as she learns her true powers she starts to realize that she can handle anything that may threaten her and her family.
The vampire queen (Ambrosia) and Pythia will become close and discover the true origins of their pasts. They rely on each other when their mates are not around. New family is discovered and it is time they all come together to face one of the toughest moments in the dark witches history.
Taste of Fate: The Vampire King's Human Mate

Taste of Fate: The Vampire King's Human Mate

5.5k Views · Ongoing · Miranda Carr
I never knew my blood could kill a king—until I met one. Sebastian, the ruthless and immortal King, rules with precision. For centuries, he's ruled with ruthless precision, his heart as cold as the stone throne beneath him. One moment, I'm nothing. The next, I'm his obsession. His touch burns like ice fire. His stare follows me through shadows. And when he feeds from me—God help me—it feels like drowning in darkness and craving more. He tells me my blood is unlike any he's tasted, that my scent drives him to the edge of madness.


He reached for the back of my head and pulled me up just enough to reach my neck. When his fangs slid into me, the pain was instant, electric. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My hands found his shoulders, clawing for something to hold. My legs kicked. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

He moaned against my throat as he drank, and the sound was devastating.
Bella and Her Beast

Bella and Her Beast

19k Views · Completed · Sheridan Hartin
For all the little girls who grew up wondering what happens after the prince kisses the girl—this is the story they never told you.
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Locked in her frozen tower, Bella dreamed of warmth, of touch, of freedom and of love. Cursed with the power of ice and snow, she’s spent her life alone. A secret they tried to protect the world from. Her only escape comes in the form of the books she reads. Stories of heat, desire, and the kind of love that could melt even her frostbitten heart.
Damien is the Beast. A dragon King with a temper forged in flame and a soul hollowed by duty. The world fears him. The people call him a monster. But beneath the scales and the rage lies a man who has never been touched by love.
When frost meets fire, the world shatters. She was never meant to leave her tower. He was never meant to find her. But destiny doesn’t bow to kings or care for cages and now the question burns through them both: Can Bella have her Beast? Or will the girl of snow melt in the heat of his desire?

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"I’m keeping her."
"What?"
Before I can react, he scoops her up. Her small body fits easily in the cradle of his talons. For a split second, she looks startled, but not afraid. Her hand rests against one scaled finger, and she stares up at him with that same curious wonder, as though she’s already forgotten she was ever meant to fear me.
"Put her down," I try to command, panic threading through my thoughts. "You’ll hurt her."
"She’s ours," the beast insists, possessive and fierce. "Our snowflake."
The Alpha & The Vampire Queen

The Alpha & The Vampire Queen

1.2k Views · Ongoing · Kassy Rae Wall
Ambrosia, the Vampire Queen, believed her only duty was to safeguard the hard-won peace; yet, due to her brother Xander’s descent into chaos, she finds herself once again ensnared in a vortex of destiny. Ambrosia must make one of the hardest decisions she has ever had to make before, she must hunt her brother down and get a handle on the chaos that he is so determined to create. With the help of her sister in laws and a head dive she is able to see and know that her entire life she has had forbidden magic used against her to block her memories. As her sealed memories gradually reawaken, she uncovers a history of brutal betrayal suffered in her childhood—and discovers that her true enemy is none other than her own father. She tasked herself with finding Xander and saving him, her need for vengeance grows and she makes the choice to challenge her father to the death. Rising from Queen to the ultimate Guardian, Ambrosia will exact her vengeance amidst blood and fire, undergo a rebirth to claim her true crown, and face the final battle that will determine the ultimate fate of the throne.


Whips crack against her skin, blood pooling on the cold stone floor, while her mother's pleas fade into silence, abandoning her to the monster's wrath. Xander's protective cries turn to accusations under Penny's dark spells, fracturing their sibling bond into shards of mistrust and isolation.