Madly is your average nearly-eighteen year old girl—for a princess, that is.
Madly James is thoroughly enjoying her internship in the small town of Slumber when the unthinkable happens—there’s a prison break in Atlas, the magically-protected home of Madly’s race. A traitor has set free eight Lore, the spirits of what humans know as fairy tales, and they are making their way to Slumber to awaken their descendants.
In order to save her home, the lives of her family, and all of humanity, Madly must learn to wield her exceptional powers and recapture the Lore before it’s too late and all is lost. But Madly’s only help are her two best friends and the Sentinel, Jackson Hamilton, that threatens both her heart and her destiny. Madly has loved Jackson as long as she can remember, but he is the one thing even a princess can’t have. Can she resist love to become the queen she was fated to be? Or can she find a way to have both?
BOOK TWO (part TWO, full novel length)
Madly James is thoroughly enjoying her internship on dry land in Slumber when the unthinkable happens—there’s a prison break in Atlas, Madly’s home beneath the sea. A traitor has set free eight Lore, the spirits of what humans know as fairy tales, and they are making their way to Slumber to awaken their descendants.
The first spirit to arrive is that of Ulrich Wolfhardt, a man that was once obsessed with wolves and a young maiden he would follow through the woods. After a bite from a wolf, Wolfhardt’s obsession with the girl became an unnatural hunger and the young maiden’s grandmother cursed him with a fate worse than death. And now he’s back…with a vengeance and a bite that can infect others as well.
Madly must learn the identity of Wolfhardt’s descendant and stop him before he kills again and spreads his curse across the earth. But the only person strong enough to help Madly is Jackson, the Sentinel who vowed to protect her and the one person capable of breaking her heart. Can Madly resist forbidden love long enough to save the world from Wolfhardt? Or will she have to sacrifice her heart and her destiny to save the ones she loves?
MADLY AND THE JACKAL
How deep does love run? Deeper than the ocean? Deeper than memory? Deeper than magic?
Following their plan to save Atlas, Madly and Jackson return the spirit of Wolfhardt to his prison beneath the sea. But even the best laid plans couldn’t account for the surprises they find. This time, Lore aren’t their only challenges.
Madly is special in ways no one could have guessed and dark forces seek to control her. They want her power, but first they must weaken her. They need her beaten. Vulnerable. Near death. And alone. But that task isn’t an easy one with Jackson at her side. The strongest of their kind, the only way to separate Jackson from Madly is to destroy his love for her, to erase it from his mind. And his heart.
Is it possible to steal Jackson’s love from Madly? Or is their love the only truly unbreakable thing?
Like thick tendrils of black smoke rising from the shower drain, the Seer seeped into the stall. I watched, mute and immobile, as his dark, diaphanous body filled the tiny cubicle.
I looked up into the empty holes where eyes should have been just as it wrapped its barely-there fingers around my wrists and started to pull.
My heart pounded so erratically inside me I felt it against my spine, as if at any moment it might burst through my back and land on the wet shower floor. Despite my fear, however, I was helpless to stop it when the Seer dragged me down, down, down as we followed the water into the drain.
I felt something inside me separate as if the part of me that made me mewas being ripped away from my body. I looked back and I could see me standing beneath the spray of water, still and quiet, like a very realistic, life-like mannequin.
And then I saw nothing. I felt the dips and sways of travel, but my eyes could not perceive anything but blackness.
Then we burst through…something, and the Seer was pulling me through the sky high above the waves of the ocean. Night had fallen now and it was raining. We drifted through the precipitation as if we were part of it, as if we were gliding from one fat drop to the next, making our way through the world.