Three Women, One Fantastic Trilogy.

Daughter of the Twin Moons: Book 1 of the Twin Moons Saga (Twin Moon Saga) 
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Cancer. The terminal diagnosis paralyzes Catriona. Both saved and imperiled, she must navigate a new, immortal life as mate to the Captain of the Seelie Palace Guard.

In obedience to the oracle’s command, Thelan abducts a human woman and takes her to the Deepwood where she is unmade and remade by ancient magic. Thus given his mate, he quickly finds himself enamored of her spirit, intelligence, and uncommon beauty. She arouses his passion and challenges both his control and authority at every turn. Thelan needs to win the heart and trust of this untraditional female whom he’s determined to keep and protect from those who covet control over the moon-born’s legendary influence.

Catriona resents the lack of choice. She also resents not knowing the rules that now govern her life in this realm of myth and impossibility. Forging her own path and upsetting ancient tradition, she befriends the mysterious archivist, learns to live in a sentient palace, talks to dragons, and discovers a puzzling attraction to cats. And she must come to terms with the handsome and powerful fae male who claims her as his own and stirs her blood like none other.

Daughter of the Deepwood: Book 2 in the Twin Moons Saga 
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Lifetime imprisonment for an immortal doesn’t bear consideration. As cold iron burns his skin and dampens his magic, fae captain Falco wrenches power and freedom from the broken body of another prisoner—a witchbreed female—tossed into his cell to make room for a new harvest of criminals. Honor and obligation mandate that he not abandon her.

Unable to heal her extensive injuries, he takes the dying witchbreed to the heart of the Great Forest where the most ancient magic lives. His plea granted, the woman is remade of a blend of his blood, her flesh, and deep magic. Bound by his debt, Falco takes Calista as his mate when he returns home to Froúrio Daimónafae, a sentient fortress-city carved from a mountain. Although he regrets his intended fae mate’s anger, his increasing affection and desire for his witchbreed mate surprise him.

Lost in a foreign culture, spurned by the fae, her body unfamiliar to her, and unable to believe in Falco’s professed affections, Calista makes her own destiny and realizes the fate of an unfriendly nation rests upon her shoulders.

Daughter of the Dark Moon: Book 3 of the Twin Moons Saga 
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Worlds fear the powerful, ruthless, and cold-hearted Unseelie king. Deposed and his kingdom conquered, Uberon answers the call of a young human woman's soul and claims her as his mate. Corinne's clever mind captivates him, her compassion intrigues him, her beauty enchants him, and her body stokes his libido like nothing else ever did or could.

Discovering that myths and legends really are based in fact, Corinne soon learns her fate as the Unseelie king's chosen mate and the consequences of fae immortality as she adapts to a new world and her relationship with Uberon develops. She revels in Uberon's passion and shoulders the burden of power and responsibility beyond anything she ever dreamed.

CHAPTER 3 Excerpt 

When his woman had disappeared into the washroom, Uberon exerted a whisper of power to clean and tidy the kitchen. What would have taken an ordinary human minutes to do took him a mere few seconds. When she emerged from cleaning herself, her freshly washed hair bound in a loose braid and her body graced by short cotton pajamas decorated with yellow cats and pink teapots, the former king of the Unseelie Court nearly swallowed his tongue as the urge to take her as his mate slammed into him. She looked and smelled fresh and clean and absolutely delicious. 

He exhaled slowly through his nose, imposing stern control upon himself. 

“Bathroom’s yours,” she said. “I’ll fetch a blanket for you.”  

He nodded and rose from the chair in which he’d been sitting. He watched as she retrieved a blanket and spread it over the sofa cushions.

“You’re a bit tall for that sofa, but beggars can’t be choosers and you’re not sleeping with me,” she said with the hint of a snarl.

He nodded, keeping his expression mild. If he climbed into her bed, she’d not get sleep. Nor would he. He approved of her caution and the distance she seemed determined to maintain. 

“Oh, and if it gets cold—” she said and waved her hand. Fire ignited on the hearth. She waved her hand again and the fire vanished. “—feel free to light a fire.”

The corners of Uberon’s lips curled upward in a faint smile at her small display of power. He should have known that fate would not pair him with an unworthy, unequal female. She had power of her own, small power in this blighted world tainted by so much iron, but power nonetheless.

Corinne frowned at his utter lack of astonishment. She’d meant to intimidate him, to let him know that she could protect herself if he decided to attack her. After all, most humans—ordinary humans—couldn’t will fire into existence and dismiss it with a thought. She focused and a cooling breeze flowed through the open windows, the fine mesh screens preventing most insects from entering the cabin.

“Thanks for cleaning up,” she said and walked into her bedroom, half expecting Uberon to follow her.