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My King By Mary Martel Blurb: After witnessing the gruesome death of his father at the hands of his Uncle Ian takes his brother and flees the only home he's ever known. For years they live amongst the humans hiding their true nature and running from their past. Until one day they stop. Stop running. Stop hiding. All because they cross the scent of a woman. Finding your mate is something every Shifter longs for. But for Ian Reighliand whose father was once a King finding his mate is the last thing he wants. Drawn to her in a way he can't resist he watches her from the shadows. Until one day he's forced to step into the light. Until he's forced to save her. And claim what's rightfully his. Buy it here: Amazon Add it to your tbr here: Goodreads

Pretty Ugly Pretty Ugly is the first book in the Mercy Mc Series. It's King and Carmine's story. King and Carmine first appear in The Dollhouse Series so if you like their story and you like them and want to read more about them you can in my Dollhouse books. Pretty Ugly ~ Coming soon! Chapter One Ugly Carmine “You’re going to like it here.” I highly doubted this. I never liked it anywhere. Not even when I’d been home with my mother and brother before the state had rightfully stepped in had I liked being there. And in the handful of homes I’d been dumped in ever since were all the same to me. I hated each and every one with a passion. They hadn’t been bad places to be, really. The people who’d occupied those places just, well, they kind of sucked. Or, maybe it was me that sucked. Either way, I never lasted long, and in no time at all they were ready to ship me off to the next place. And then the next. I’d been too quiet. Too ...

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Prologue “Twins,” she sneers. “The devils spawn, the pair of you,” she shakes her head in disgust. “Both of you trying to save the other from a well-deserved punishment.” She tsks loudly, angrily. “Your punishment is deserved. If one of you does not step forward to accept it I will be forced to punish the both of you and, Lord knows, you don’t want that.” Both young men, mirror images of one another, remained silent, kneeling on the floor. “Do not test me,” she seethes. So enraged she doesn’t seem to notice when spittle fly’s out past her dry, cracked lips. Neither boy so much as flinches when her saliva rains down on their lo...

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