Elle Lincoln has been writing out her dreams and even nightmares for over a decade. She believes in magic in all forms, and oftentimes you'll find her daydreaming in the oddest of places. Her passion is Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance, where the men are a little bit real and a dash of mythical.
When Elle isn't writing she's probably chasing around her four children, child-like husband, and a rambunctious Australian Shepherd. All who keep her on her toes. Nice try with the distractions, but mommy still got those books written and published. She resides in the beautiful state of Pennsylvania with lore and legends, and a whole lot of cornfields.
Doughnut in distress.
I repeat, there is a doughnut in distress.
Scratch that. Reverse it.
Damsel. There is a damsel in distress. Me.
I had one goal, just one teensy-weensy simple goal—to figure out what happened to my dad. All I had to do was head out to his cabin in the woods, look for clues, and figure out how and why he died then go home to the city where I belong.
Except I’m a kindergarten teacher, not a detective.
Of course everything goes wrong, and my first night there I end up with Liam, Christian, Athos, and Nix refusing to leave my side. They think I might be in danger, but they won’t tell me why. Their eyes hold the secrets of the wild, and who am I to deny their need to keep me safe? Especially when their touch eases something foreign inside of me.
Then I discover my dad was murdered, but no one can figure out why.
Not to mention those hotties? Yeah, they grow fur and want me to Surrender to them.
Dark and Gritty Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance. One very naughty woman and five sinfully delicious immortals.
Legends become myths told around campfires, as storytellers weave tales of heroes and villains, kings and queens, and the ancient beasts they slay. However, many forget that a small kernel of truth slumbers in those fairy tales.
But truths have a way of being revealed and remembered. The nightmares that haunt us are real. The dark holds more than just shadows. And beside us, immortals walk this world because theirs is dying.
And it’s their own damn fault.
Nightmares walk the streets, ride the bus, and sit beside you at the bar. They flirt, they dance, and they tease with a sensual predatory instinct. He finds me alone in that alley. A chance meeting with a handsome stranger that lasts no more than a mere moment.
If only I knew that was the beginning of the end. If only I knew that was how he’d lure me, Bette Morgan, to my death.
The Fae—powerful, immortal, beautiful, but most of all, deadly. They haunt out world while destroying our own. Their minds are poisoned by the fate time dealt them, with immortal bodies, and fragile, mortal minds. I won’t be fooled by their silver tongues or consumed by their insanity.
They want one thing, and one thing only—to watch this world burn.
I, Bette Morgan, refuse to give up anything that is mine. I am the hunt, I am the myth, and I will master my gifts and keep what is mine safe.
Before it’s too late.
Betrayal. It’s such an ugly word. Yet with my home blown to pieces and nothing left but the men by my side, I can’t help but wonder...
Who was really behind this attack and why was I framed for murder?
Now, I’m fighting to keep everything I hold dear as all immortal factions threaten to destroy what’s left of the collided realms and my family.
What’s a girl to do?
Fight back, that’s what.
We’ve been through hell and back, and the road is only getting darker and more twisted as manipulation spreads, caused by those I thought would always be there. After all, the Fae have no rules.