The Devil'S Roses (1-6) ~ TL Brown [BluA].epub

Cursed
Someone is drugging the fairest of them all and hurting them in the dark corners of the forests around PortMackenzie—shrouding the town in mystery and darkness.
But nothing is as it seems.
In the dark corners of the small town there is also a light, a cure to what ails the sick.
But everything comes at a cost, a price that must be paid.
Aimee James discovers that cost the moment she dies.
She discovers there are worse things than dying.
She finds herself cursed.

Discover how the Devil's Roses all starts, because in the end it is the beginning that chooses who we will become and what side we will take.


Bane
"Ari, this is Aimee James. She’s different, like you.” The old lady smiled brightly. “Until you get to know each other, I wouldn’t go holding hands. Who knows what’ll happen.”

Something powerful, dark, and dangerous lurks inside of young Ari.
She's the queen of self control and commitment, until suddenly she isn't.
Ari finds herself transformed and alone in a dark alley in the north instead of the sunny south.
Her soft black hair is shaved.
Her face is marred with piercings and she has more tattoos than the cook back home.
In fact she is a different Ari altogether.
Different memories and a different past.
And a death still warming her fingertips.

When Aimee meets the street urchin Lydia drags home, she's not prepared for the friendship that will blossom as Ari opens up about who and what she is—something very few have ever seen.
Ari can do things that gives Aimee hope. She can send people back to a time when a choice made them who they have become.
For Aimee that sounds just like salvation.


Hyde
What if the stories we read were true? What if somewhere along the line monsters created in fiction were really based upon lives torn apart by tragedy?

Hanna doesn't know what's happening to her.
She doesn't know why her father has just sacrificed his life for hers.
She doesn't know who Aimee James is, or why she must fear her.
She doesn't know what the Roses are or why they're interested in her.

She knows there is a dusty stack of journals that drag her into a world she can't comprehend.
She knows there is something more to the world she has been forced into.
She knows no matter how hard she fights it, her attraction to the ever mysterious Marcus is overwhelming and all consuming.

Until she meets Sam.

History and the present collide in this explosive tale of betrayal and lust.


Witch
The moment her lips utter the soft wish into the cold darkness, Ophelia is forced down a road she cannot survive.
Her wishes become reality, her pains becomes others suffering, and her nightmares take on shape.
Something lingers in the dark, stalking her, hunting her from the shadows.
But the gift of a snow globe changes everything.
She discovers she is the last branch in a magical bloodline many have been searching for.

For Aimee and Ari, Ophelia couldn't come at a worse moment.
Just as they find her, the girl they seek, Giselle is made royalty of something dark and seedy.
It proves to be a task more daunting than anything they can imagine her undertaking.

The haunted house at the end of the tree lined street fills as the Roses ready to fight their last battle.


Death
A black cloud of remorse and regret haunts Ari and the Roses, shrouding the house at the end of the road in darkness.
With the help of the witch Ophelia has become, Ari decides to make one final push, the push to save them all.
But nothing ever goes the way she plans.
Instead she resets everything, sending them scattering across the continent.

Aimee wakes in Port Mackenzie on the eve of the party, only something is different this time. She isn't the feeble young girl she once was.
And neither is Giselle.


Blackwater
‎'Danger Lorelei, he's coming'

Icy whispers brush against her cheeks when she's sleeping.
Most nights she wakes to the voices of her ancestors, always at 2:47 am.
Like all monsters, only the light keeps them at bay.

Lorelei Huntington knows what it means to fall for the wrong guy.
She knows what it's like to hide in the dark and wait for the light to save her.
She knows how it feels to watch while everyone you love,
and everything in your life, is taken.

After fifty years of looking over her shoulder and running for her life,
certain she could feel his breath at the base of her neck, the icy voices come back.
Again their whispers find her vulnerable and exhausted, just as they used to.
Fearful of seeing him again but desperate for answers, she goes home.

What she finds isn’t exactly what she left.
Who she finds, isn’t exactly dead or aged a day
But then again, neither is she.


Midnight Coven
"You here for the Midnight Coven?”

Icy words, whispered upon her lips in the night, used to scare Lorelei Huntington.
But that was before. Before her mother tried to have her killed, before her world went back 50 years, before the magic of the swamp found its way into Lorelei's blood.
Now she finds the whispers and the cold breath of the dead a comfort.
That is until she’s warned, by a small ghost haunting Whit’s family’s castle, about the secrets of the bloodthirsty family she resides with. The family the little ghost belongs to.
Whit's family, it seems, are not all they appear to be.
When Lorelei discovers the Midnight Coven, and exactly who Whit’s family really is, she is forced to choose between running and becoming something she can’t even fathom—A Rose.
Fortunately Lorri, the leader of the Devil’s Roses, has a way with words—mean ones.
With the help of Dorian, Marcus, and of course Henry, Lorelei turns the tables on Whit’s resourceful family.
This time, it’s them running and her chasing—bringing the biggest monsters she can muster.
But survival comes at a cost, one she isn't sure she is willing to pay.


Redeemers
Happily Ever After...

They say that if you don't have your happy ending, the story isn't over.
They have no idea just how right they are.

This story is only just beginning...
And it begins with a bang.

Aimee James, along with every dream and every person she has ever loved, has changed. Each of the people she loves is holding onto their humanity by a thread that gets thinner each day.
But Aimee is lucky.
She has something tying her to her mortal heart.
A single feather.

What started with a kiss will end with a kiss.