Queer disabled joy. Emotional pain manifests literally around Laceco. He doesn’t know why, maybe he was cursed when he crossed the Ember Trail. He’s tried living as a hermit in the mountains, hoping the wild magic wouldn’t ensnare anyone else. He managed a month before the wild magic teleported a new victim into his shack. He tried running, but he couldn’t get very far thanks to post-viral fatigue. He’s drawn to the Ember Cavalcade, a nomadic caravan run for disabled people, by disabled people.

A Complete 6-Book Series ready to read! In a world shattered by a deadly zombie outbreak, Rise and his vampire coven hide in the eerie sanctuary of Owl Court, shielded from the chaos beyond their walls. As the undead surge in numbers, only one thing remains constant: Rise's deep bond with the human Cypriot, lover and confidant, that fuels a tale of love that transcends life and death. At the heart of this post-apocalyptic vampire horror tale is a powerful and passionate queer love story. Rise is no ordinary vampire.

I've spent most of my life knowing that supernatural creatures exist but never really interacting with any, so my knowledge of them is limited. Still, who would've thought a demisexual incubus was a thing? Well apparently, not only is it a thing, but I have one who claims to be my soulmate—or viramore, as he calls it. And now he has it in his head that he's going to save me from my past.

Lord Nicholas Monterris is trapped. The only heir to a declining dukedom, Nic is destined for a marriage of convenience. What he doesn’t expect is for his bride to be Lady Leaf Serral, daughter of his father’s hated rival. Tradition dictates the families are confined together while the marriage contract is crafted, which should be the worst part. Until Nic learns the Serrals’ head negotiator is master vowsmith Dashiell sa Vare—beautiful, perfect Dashiell sa Vare—an old flame he has neither forgiven nor forgotten. Nic’s only defense is false smiles and too much wine.

Chris Gardner has a good life in New Orleans. He owns a club in the French Quarter, has a wonderful crew of people who call it home, loyal, caring friends, and even gets his kid fix by helping to take care of his chef’s daughter. What he doesn’t have is that special someone to share his days and nights with. He thought he did, once upon a time, but that man left to find fame and fortune, became a rockstar, and never returned. And that’s fine. Life isn’t a fairy tale. Now if only he could find a band to play music in his club at night, that would be a Christmas miracle.