Cast out by the family that abandoned her once, Evelyn Ashcroft walks away with nothing but her pride — and a secret the world must never know. By day, she's the disgraced daughter nobody wants. By night, she's Yvielle, the most gifted moon healer alive, feared and sought by every power in the capital. When a blood oath sworn under a dying moon binds her to Lucien Blackthorn — the North's most ruthless wolf lord — everyone assumes it's just politics. A convenient marriage to secure his bloodline. Evelyn tells herself the same thing. But Lucien didn't save her life by accident. And he has no intention of letting her go. As old enemies close in and her double life threatens to unravel, Evelyn must decide: is this marriage just a debt to be repaid — or the one home she never let herself want? Possessive. Obsessive. Utterly unwilling to share.

At my own engagement party, I found my fiancé's marriage certificate to another woman — dated eight months before he proposed to me. Julian Sterling swore he would always choose me. He held my hand through years of nightmares, therapy, and broken sleep after an assault that nearly destroyed me. I believed he was the one person who would never lie. He was married to Sienna Laurent the entire time. And she was pregnant with his child. I didn't cry. I didn't confront him. Instead, I let the wedding proceed exactly as planned — the venue, the guest list, the vows — until the moment the veil lifted in front of three hundred witnesses, and Julian discovered the bride waiting at the altar wasn't me. By then, I was already gone. What follows is not a story about winning him back. It's about a woman who stops asking to be chosen, and starts choosing herself — even when the man who broke her spends years trying to burn the world down to find her again. Runaway Bride, Burning Crown is a story of betrayal, quiet revenge, and the slow, unglamorous work of rebuilding a self worth keeping — for readers who love a heroine who doesn't scream, doesn't beg, and never looks back twice.

The day my fiancé and best friend left me for dead, he appeared—my fiancé's infamous, wickedly handsome brother. He pulled me from the brink of hell, only to drag me into a more dangerous abyss. He became my "new boyfriend," the sharpest weapon in my revenge, and the devil whispering in my ear each night. "Stop acting, Norah," he cornered me against the wall, his eyes burning with a dangerous fire. "Your little show is full of holes." I met his gaze, a cold smile playing on my lips. "So what? Are you going to tell them?" He laughed, his fingers tracing my cheek with a possessive touch. "Tell them? Why would I help my fool of a brother against a woman who is... so much more interesting?" "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice a possessive growl. "I'll help you get your revenge. But in return... you belong to me."