I pray for the saefty of those I care about. Maybe what I'm really praying for is power, enough power to protect them. So be it. What ever it takes to keep them safe, even if that means being Queen.

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All it would take was my true name being mentioned after dark, and it would float back to my aunt.

She was the Queen of Air and Darkness, and that meant that anything said in the dark was hers to hear, eventually. The fact that spotting the missing Elven American Princess had become more popular than spotting Elvis helped. Her magic was always chasing blind leads. Princess Meredith skiing in Utah. Princess Meredith dancing in Paris. Princess Meredith gambling in Vegas. After three years I was still a front-page story for the tabloids, though the latest headlines had been speculating that I was dead as the King of Rock and Roll . . .

Three years ago, Princess Meredith fled the court of her cruel Aunt Andais, the Queen of Air and Darkness, leaving that garden of decadent delights and backstabbing intrigues for the comparative calm of Los Angeles. Using her magic to pass for human, Meredith


began a new life as a private investigator specializing in supernatural crime. But now Doyle, the Queen's chief bodyguard and assassin, has been dispatched to fetch her back--whether she likes it or not. The product of a marriage designed to cement peace between the rival Seelie and Unseelie courts, Meredith has always been scorned by both factions in spite of her royal blood. But that blood is behind the Unseelie Queen's surprisingly urgent summons. For ever since the fey's exile from Europe to America, their power and purity have been fading. Desperate to renew her race, Queen Andais now pins her hopes on a contest between Meredith and her own son, the sadistic Prince Cel. The first to produce a child will win the throne. The loser's reward will be death . . .



I am Princess Meredith, heir to a throne - if I can stay alive long enough to claim it. After eluding relentless assassination attempts by Prince Cel, her rival for the crown, Meredith now has a whole new set of problems. To become queen, she must bear a child before Cel can father one of his own. But havoc lies on the horizon: People are dying in mysterious, frightening ways, and suddenly the very existence of the place known as Faerie is at grave risk. So now, as she enjoys the greatest pleasures of her life while attempting to conceive a baby; she must fend off an ancient evil that could destroy the very fabric of reality. And that's just her day job.....



I am Meredith Gentry, P.I. and Princess Merry, heir to the throne of Fairie. Now there are those among me who whisper I am more. They fear me even as they protect me. And who can blame them? I've awakened the dazzling magic that's slumbered in them for thousands of years. But the thing is, I can't figure out why.

My aunt, the Queen of Air and Darkness, is no longer distracted by her usual sadistic hobbies. Her obsession has turned unwaveringly to me. The mission to get me pregnant and beat my cousin Prince Cel to the crown is taking longer than expected. Even though I spend each night with the Queen's Ravens, my immortal guards, no child has come of our decadent pleasures. But something else is happening. My magic courses through me uncontrollably. And as I lock my half-mortal body with their full-Sidhe blooded ones, the power surges like never before.

It all began with the chalice. I dreamed of it, and it appeared, cool and hard, beside me when I awoke. My guards know the ancient relic well - its disappearance ages ago stripped them of their vital powers. But it is here with us now. My touch resonates with its force, and they're consumed with it, their Sidhe essences lit up by it. But even as they cherish me for this unexpected gift, there are those who loathe me for it. Me, a mongrel, only half fey and part mortal. The Unseelie court has suffered for so long, and there are some who would not have it weakened further by an impure queen. My enemies grow in number every day. But they do not know what I am capable of. Nor, for that matter, do I. .



If someone offered you a throne would you accept? What if it was for the wrong side?

Meredith NicEssus, Princess of the Sidhe courts, should have had a dream life. What little girl doesn't dream of being a princess? Unfortunately for Meredith, she not only has royal, but has lesser Fey and human blood flowing through her veins. A combination that left her as mortal as any human being and weaker than most Fey.

Born into culture with a class structure where such small things as blood lines make a very big difference. A life at court, where politics and petty games of arrogance, cruelty, sadism and the occasional assassination, were regular parts of the daily regime and anyone different was fair game. To save her life, knowing that the Court would view it as a betrayal, Meredith fled for the human city of Los Angeles. Adopting the name Merry Gentry and accepting a job with the Grey Detective Agency as a "magical consultant" she tried to keep her past a secret.

Three years of evading Court searches comes to a crashing halt when Meredith investigates a man using magic against humans. There is no way for Meredith to avoid scrutiny or hold her cover. The Queen of Air and Darkness never forgets and never forgives, even for family. Once discovered Merry must trust those she has no reason too. Expecting to be killed, whether it be quick and merciful or long and slow, Merry comes home. But the Queen wants Merry alive for her own reasons. Just as surely as someone else wants her dead for those very same reasons.
Merry's aunt, Andias the Queen of the Unseelie Court has set a contest between her son and Merry. The first to bear an heir will inherit the throne.

As Merry beds the Ravens, guardians of the queen, in an attempt to get pregnant before Cel inherits the throne, she and the guards must fight off numerous attempts at assassination. All this and she still has her day job as a private detective at Grey's Detective Agency. No one ever promised being a Fairie Princess would be easy.

Chapter One: I dreamt of warm flesh and cookies. The sex I understood, but the cookes….- Why cookies? Why not cake, or meat? But that's what my subconscious chose as I dreamt. We were eating in the tiny kitchen of my Los Angeles apartment-an apartment I didn't live in anymore, outside of dreams. The we were me, Princess Meredith - the only faerie royal ever born on American soil -and my royal guards, over a dozen of them.

They moved around with skin the color of darkest night, whitest snow, the pale of newborn leaves, the brown of leaves that have gone down to die on the forest floor, a rainbow of men moving nude around the kitchen.

The real apartment kitchen would have barely held three of us, but in the dream everyone walked through that narrow space between sink and stove and cabinets as if there were all the room in the world.

We were having cookies because we'd just had sex and it was hungry work, or something like that. The men moved around me graceful and perfectly nude. Several of the men were ones I'd never seen nude. They moved with skin the color of summer sunshine, the transparent white of crystals, colors I had no name for, for the colors did not exist outside of faerie. It should have been a good dream, but it wasn't. I knew something was wrong, that feeling of unease that you get in dreams when you know that the happy sights are just a disguise, an illusion to hide the ugliness to come.

The plate of cookies was so innocent, so ordinary, but it bothered inc. I tried to pay attention to the men, touching their bodies, holding them, but each of them in turn would pick up a cookie and take a bite, as if I weren't there.
Galen with his pale, pale green skin and greener eyes bit into a cookie, and something squirted out the side. Something thick and dark. The dark liquid dripped down the edge of his kissable mouth and fell onto the white countertop. That single drop splattered and spread and was red, so red, so fresh. The cookies were bleeding.




























































































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