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Scars bind. Love heals. Blood makes family. I used to think survival was enough. I was wrong. We're still hunting for my sister, still tearing down the empire built on stolen lives. Every step brings danger, every victory comes at a cost. The men who saved me—my protectors, my lovers, my...

The Monarchs of Hell have reigned over our realm with a brutal iron fist since the Devil himself went to sleep. They have spent centuries in power, ostracizing hybrids to purify bloodlines. I refuse to sit on the sidelines any longer—I’m the daughter of the Grim Reaper and Princess of the House of Death, a hybrid demon with a voice that demands to be heard. I'm determined to change it all and to fight for a future of equality and freedom for everyone in Hell.

Over the past few months, I've watched the men I once called my captors become something else entirely—my fiercest allies, my deepest weakness, and the only ones I trust when everything goes to hell. They move like a unit, fight like wolves, and bleed like men who've been broken and rebuilt too many times. And now they're fighting for me. For us.

With the blood of the Van Helsing slayers in my veins and the legacy of Dracula himself in my bones, I'm primed to be the most powerful vampire alive. Yet I want nothing to do with the crown placed upon my head, or the throne carved into my future. The weight of my parents' love and their expectations has paralyzed me my entire life. But that's the trap, isn't it? Living for them means dying for me. One fateful night, I'm pushed to the brink and escape to the human realm, and am quickly confronted with the violent reality of why I was forbidden to come here.

Bite of Betrayal is the second book in the Blood Oath series. It is a reverse harem, paranormal romance featuring a female lead with a backbone made of steel and three men who will fight her tooth and nail as she is on her path of vengeance. If you love enemies to lovers romance, dark secrets, sassy and strong heroines, plus forbidden love—look no further. Intended for mature listeners.

Survival isn’t everything. I’ve fought to protect my family. I’ve bled for them, killed for them, and gone to jail for them. There is no fight I will not take on for them… I’ve been waging this war since I was seven years old. The only thing that’s changed is the battlefield itself. For Mayhem, I’ll trade in the grime of the streets for the illusions of her shimmering world. Only all that glitter is hiding a well of sin and corruption that leaves blood in its wake. This isn’t my world, but I won’t be defeated by it.

I was born into this world. Power and wealth are the keys to controlling it, but they aren’t everything. They are a means to an end when it comes to protecting the people I care about. I’ve known my destiny since I was old enough to sit at the table. Everything in my life has been focused on preparing me for the future. Know your enemies, your allies, and the people in the middle you can buy. When he first appeared in my life, I had no idea who he was, but I never forgot his pretty face. While it’s been years and I barely recognize him, I can’t get enough.

I’ve worn a lot of labels over the years. For as long as I can remember, I wanted to escape. I hid in my dance. I ran away from my life as much as I could. I fought to be somewhere else, even if I couldn’t be someone else. One night, after my partner lashed out at me and I’d been hurt, the Vandals took me and never looked back. They introduced me to a world I had no idea existed and a family so much greater than the one I’d been trying to survive.

Being the sole survivor of the Van Helsing family was never a burden I wanted to carry. Yet here I am, an orphan with a score to settle against Dracula for orchestrating the near genocide of my bloodline. One small kink in that plan: I was turned into the blood-sucking creature I was born to destroy. Being admitted into the Dark Imaginarium Academy to hone my new skills as a vampire and to survive the blood lust is the first step towards achieving my revenge. No one is prepared for me to infiltrate their ranks, but I know they aren't going to let me get my revenge without a fight.

My name is Mickey James. Little Bit is everything. I fought to stay away, and I’ll fight to keep. Our enemies are going to learn that my skill at healing broken bodies makes me damn talented at damaging them too. They drew blood, we’ll bury them.

My name is Liam O’Connell. Hellspawn is mine. Emersyn is ours. We aren’t going to wait around for the next attack. No, we’re taking the fight right to them.

I’d been called so many names over the years. None of them mattered. My mirror cared more than I did. But he never treated me as less. None of them did. My brothers were the Vandals. They didn’t always understand, but they never judged and they always had my back.

Our feelings for her were like wild animals finally freed from their cage. But my sparrow, she was the most brutal fighter of us all. She’d had to be. The battles she’s survived, she’s done in silence and alone. Not anymore. Never again.

The devil is awake, and he’s claiming me as his. The war to take back the kingdom of Pura from the traitors is beginning…and I’ve been whisked away from everything that matters to me. He holds me prisoner at his castle, claiming nothing and no one else matters outside of us. That I’ll forget about it all as we start our eternal life together. The man is delusional if he thinks he can stop me from being on the front lines and with the people I love. With the lives of everyone on the line, I’ll play the devil’s advocate until it’s time to turn the tables on him.

Turns out that hybrids aren’t as rare as we thought...but will they come to the aid of a society who treats our kind like discarded trash? Do the pure bloods deserve to be saved? While finding the answers to those questions, secrets are revealed, and emotions flare. The bonds between mates are tested, and some unravel under the pressure. Alliances are forged, but at what cost?

Emersyn Sharpe was nothing like I expected and everything I could have ever dreamed of. She stayed and she changed everything. She put the guys in their place. She had fire and spunk, a ferociousness I wished I possessed. Her darkness called to mine in a way that felt like home. But hiding secrets is hard work, and even the people who think they already know the worst can’t be fully trusted. No matter how desperately you want it.

A reject—that’s the best way to describe how I’m treated. All because I’m a hybrid. The monarchs of hell revere pure bloodlines and perfection above all else, and in their eyes, I’m a mutt. Good thing dear old Dad, the Grim Reaper, has never once looked at me as anything other than his favorite child. Well, I’m his only child, but semantics. Suddenly, he has tasked me with the job of going to the council summit in his place. An event that happens once every century to determine which royal house will be voted into the supreme position. A position people would kill for.

Emersyn Sharpe is more than just the girl we watched over. She’s very much the woman who fits us. The last thing we should have done was take her and the worst thing we did was keep her, but she needs us. I think more than one of us - myself included - needs her. The secret wasn’t ours to share, and the lie? I bought into the lie that keeping her was saving her. The lie that persuading her to trust us was needed. The lie that falling in love with her was as natural as breathing. It didn’t matter if I wasn’t alone in falling into this trap.

Emersyn Sharpe doesn’t belong in our world. In fact, the very last place she should be is with us. But someone is hurting her. We’ve all seen it. We tried to ignore the warning signs. We tried to trust the people around her. We tried to believe in her world. Too late. When she nearly died in front of us, we had to act. We took her. She doesn’t belong in our world, but I’ll be damned if someone lays a finger on her under my watch. I’ll kill them first.

Seamlessly blending history and reportage, Bill Barich offers a heartfelt homage to the traditional Irish pub, and to the central piece of Irish culture disappearing along with it. After meeting an I rishwoman in London and moving to Dublin, Bill Baricha blow-in, or stranger, in Irish parlancefound himself looking for a traditional I rish pub to be his local. There are nearly 12 thousand pubs in Ireland, so he appeared to have plenty of choices.