Author Description

Fate, hate, and psycho things. After reluctantly donning the disguise of a rebel, a necessary deception in order to hunt down the psycho decimating his bloodline, the weight of Mikhail's crown feels heavier than ever. He's caught in a web of lies, chasing a sociopath bent on destroying the world. When you toss in a brooding brother and an angelic assassin with an itchy trigger finger, Mikhail is tempted to fake his death all over again. Learning he has a fated mate in the form of a beautiful weretiger should be a blessing. But it proves to be a curse when his enemy discovers his newfound weakness. Sold into slavery as a teenager, Jinx has worked her butt off to overcome her past. So why does finding her mate send her right back to those dark times, making her feel vulnerable and powerless? When Mikhail rejects the bond, she's relieved. She has no desire to be shackled to anyone, not even a smokin' hot king whom her inner tiger craves as a personal scratching post. So, why does it hurt so much? As bodies pile up and every moment brings them closer to a hated fate, the ever-pithy Sabre dispenses words of wisdom that really hit home: Ain't nobody got time for sad bitches.