Megan Whitaker desperately wants to forget what the Malone brothers have done to her over the past two years – the haunting images and sensations still plaguing her thoughts and dreams – but she can’t. Charles may be dead, but Zander isn’t. I’ll
He took my wings, my freedom. Degraded me in every way possible. Deep inside me a fire burns, awaiting the day I get to return the favor. Break. By break. By break.Wrongfully imprisoned and brutally savaged by the warden of a secret slave camp, Rosalie cr
A HEA novella for the guy Jenna didn't choose, told from his POV.New Adult Contemporary RomanceRecommended for Ages 17+ for Language and Sexual Situations.Official Book Page: http://devonashleyauthor.com/books/fa...
This collection contains all the Falling Novels by Devon Ashley: Falling In Between (1), Falling Away (2) and Falling Upward (2.5). Three books, one reduced price. One girl, two crushes. One in the real world, one in the dream world. What could possibly g
Escape inside a sampler of six novels that are filled with mystery, romance, and mythical adventure.Top and Best Selling Authors featured inside this ebook include:KaSonndra Leigh - Dark SeraphineDevon Ashley - DustJ.A. Redmerski - KindredLM Preston - Pur
The Bourne Identity meets Mr. and Mrs. Smith for the New Adult crowd.
Members of the CIA’s specialized team Sparrow, who investigate specifically into black market deals involving stolen medical research, were all murdered in one quick sweep. Drew an
He was waiting for me to say something. Anything... But my head was lost in a sea of uncertainty.Tessa Wilkerson would’ve loved growing up with her Nana Louise in a charming Kentuckian town, living above her flower shop on decorated Main Street. But une
"I remember," he said softly. "I remember everything. You. Me. Us."Jenna’s first two years of community college are almost over and it’s time to decide where to finish her degree. Should she attend Yale to be with Robert, or off to Rutgers, where she
4. The number of times my delicate wings have been broken and clamped behind my back. 68. The number inked upon my skin, marking me the sixty-eighth pixie to be stolen.87. The number of days I’ve been wrongfully imprisoned.88. The first day the faeries
