Monsters, Book One: The good, The Bad, The Cursed (buy links below)

Angela Clemens, “Angel,” has no love for vampires. Talented and stunning, she is second-in-command of her warden clan, and wardens are employed by the sovereigns to police the supernatural realms. So she’s met her fair share of vampires and can certainly deal with them on a professional basis. But fifteen years ago a vampire took something precious from her, turning her life upside down. Vampires are the reason she’s a warden in the first place. To say the least, she doesn’t trust them. And she definitely wouldn’t consider dating one. Especially given the blood in her veins is the blood of a healer, the rarest in the world.

But Jacob Crow of the Monsters MC warden clan sets his green eyes on Angel during an important meeting with the sovereigns. The Native American vampire is called to the meeting along with four other wardens for a priority job. And in that very moment, Angel unwittingly consumes his mind, his heart, and his very sanity. She’s under his skin; he wants her like he’s never wanted anything in his long life. But Jake learns about her past and what his kind did to her. To make matters worse, he learns she’s a healer. Powerful and dangerous men are tirelessly hunting her, and she’s forced to fight those who would otherwise ensnare her.And he knows she’ll fight him too.But Jake is a former soldier who has lived through the devil’s nightmares. He’s never been one to back down from a challenge. He doesn’t mind a good fight.One way or another he’ll break through the healer’s walls – and make Angel give herself to him, body and soul.

“Monsters” is a brand new PNR series by NYT and USA Today bestselling author, Heather Killough-Walden. Monsters takes place in the same universe as The Kings, The Big Bad Wolf, and The Lost Angels series.

Monsters, Book One: The Good, The Bad, The Cursed is available now. Buy links are below.

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Monsters, Book One Teaser #3 (Teaser Tuesday)

From the “Monsters” PNR Series,

Book One: The Good, The Bad, The Cursed

By Heather Killough-Walden

Cain was quiet while Jake filled his own gas tank. Human motorcycle riders would do well to remain silent while fueling so they could listen carefully and be certain not to over-fill the tank. But Jake wasn’t human, and neither was Cain, and they didn’t need to remain quiet to hear the fuel in the tank just fine. Cain was thinking. And Jake had the sinking feeling he knew what about.

He could feel Cain’s eyes on him. It was unnerving to be scrutinized by such a perceptive man, even after half a century and despite the fact they were best friends. “She knows what we are?” Cain finally asked point blank.

Jake didn’t have to reply. Cain knew damn well Angel had found out about their true nature. With what she’d been through at the hands of his kind, he was impressed at how well she’d handled the news. She’d neither set him on fire nor chopped off his head. Given she was a warden, he was considering it a win.

Jake braced one arm on the seat of his bike as he filled the tank. It wasn’t a huge tank; it took all of a minute or two before he was done.

“So, you baptize this union yet?” Cain asked as he took the fuel pump from Jake’s hand and inserted it deep into his own gas tank.

Jake stiffened. He turned and leaned back on the seat of his bike, crossing his arms over his chest and his legs at the ankles. He felt wound tight, ready to snap. “You serious right now?” He looked up, meeting Cain’s piercing blue gaze.

“I’ve met your girl, Jake,” Cain said. He laughed softly, no doubt recalling how he’d helped Angel when she’d run from Santiago, right into Monsters territory.

No need to remind me. Even that made Jake mad with jealousy. He didn’t want another man’s hands on Angel…. But if it had to be anyone else who’d helped her that night, he’d have chosen Cain. “She’s one in a billion,” Cain continued, “and I’m betting she’s under your skin. So if she knows what you are, then what’s the hold up?”

Jake looked at the ground and sighed. “I’m not having this discussion with you.” Though he now realized this was exactly why Cain had asked him to partner with him on this poker run. He’d wanted to have this talk about Angel. Which meant Jake probably wasn’t going to get out of it, no matter how hard he fought.

No one said no to Cain. Sometimes they begged it… but that was different.

Cain replaced the fuel nozzle in its casing at the pump. “Jake, a member of my team is driven to the point of distraction, and I can’t have that.” His voice was steady and calm as always, but stern. “Angel wants you, right?”

Jake felt a twinge in his gums where his fangs were once again reminding him they were there and ready. Yeah, she wanted him. Her mind might have convinced her it was a very bad idea, but her body disagreed whole heartedly. Jake recalled her hitching breaths, the hammering of her heart, and the scent of her arousal as he’d pinned her to the shining black paint of his car. That, at least, she couldn’t hide from him. “That isn’t the problem,” he ground out.

“Well, I know you want her. Hell, we all know that much. So, take her already.”

“Damn it, Cain….”

Cain recapped his gas tank. He studied Jake in silence, and finally draped his muscled forearm across the left handlebar of his bike. “I get it. You’re scared shitless.”

Jake said nothing. There was no point in either confirming or denying it. Cain already knew. The bastard knew everything.

“You think you’ll lose control and turn her.”

No, I don’t think I will. I know I will.

“Would that be such a bad thing, Crow?”

If Jake had been drinking, he would have choked. His head snapped up, and his green eyes met irises of powerful blue. “I wouldn’t let her go, Cain.” If he turned her, he would keep her. He would never let her leave his side. She would belong to him body, heart, and soul. Because there was no way in hell he would let her sink her little fangs into another man’s throat. Ever.

“I know,” said Cain.

Jake’s gaze narrowed. “What are you telling me right now?”

Cain regarded him in more enigmatic silence for a moment, then he straightened, coming around his bike to mount it. Once in the seat, he kicked up the stand with the heel of his boot and rolled the bike backward with strong legs until he was parallel to Jake, who hadn’t moved.

Cain stopped flush with him and looked him in the eye. “Jake, this isn’t Neverland. Whatever it might look like, boys still grow into men. And men need women.” He nodded at Jake’s bike. “That saddle is big enough for two.”

The leader of the Monsters clan started up his bike. The thunder of a V-twin engine filled the gas station’s lot. But Jake heard his companion’s next words loud and clear anyway.

“And frankly, I’m sick of seeing nothing but your ugly mugs around me all the time.” He revved the engine, making it bellow before adding, “I could use something beautiful to look at for a change.”

Jake watched Cain tear out of the lot. His words worked their way through him like a light switch flicking on, a contract being signed.

Permission granted.

And with a small smile creeping onto his sensuous lips and new purpose fueling his determination, Jacob Crow mounted his own motorcycle. The ’88 Harley Davidson Softail Springer’s V-twin engine bellowed like a caged thunderstorm begging to be released. He kicked up its stand and granted that release, following Cain’s tail lights into the fog-filled night.

From the “Monsters” PNR Series,

Book One: The Good, The Bad, The Cursed

By Heather Killough-Walden

Coming Halloween, 2018



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The Monsters will be coming for you… Halloween night, 2018

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Available now: WITHERED


During an ultimate war with evil and the battle that brought it to an end once and for all, The Kings and Queens of the Thirteen Realms joined forces against Hatred, Lust, and Death… and in the ensuing catastrophic chaos, the fabric of time and space was fundamentally fractured. Two dimensions collided, bringing changes both large and small, sudden yet eternal.

It has forced the Sovereigns of the Thirteen to exist in a brand new world that only they are aware has changed.

In this brand new world are new humans, and alongside them in the shadows and hidden doorways, new non-humans. Some are strange and splendid. Others are wonderful but wrong.

Melody Margaret Tannym is eighteen years old, and she goes by the name Mimi amongst her friends. Mimi is a dragon. However, one of her friends is quite special too – or about to be – and neither one of them has any clue. This new world carries with it new forces, and those forces play upon the young man, altering him as much as the altered world and plunging Mimi and her companion into the dangerous underworld depths of the new supernatural kingdoms.

Worse yet, the colliding dimensions weakened a very old barrier, one that has kept a primordial and powerful atrocity at bay for countless millennia. Only one creature, one darkly brilliant soul, stands between this evil force and the new world. But Bantariax the Great Black Dragon can only remain vigilant against his deadly foe for so long. For even he in his ancient draconic splendor has his weaknesses… beautiful and precious beyond measure. And new worlds have brought new chances for his enemy to prey upon them.

Withered is a bridge novella by Heather Killough-Walden linking The Lost Angels series and The Kings series to the upcoming Monsters series.

Monsters are coming Halloween, 2018.

Withered Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Withered-Bridge-Novella-HKW-Universe-ebook/dp/B07H1FLTV7/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1535928506&sr=8-1&keywords=withered+heather+killough-walden

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For so many reasons, I wanted my release date news to correspond with the blood moon eclipse. And it does. ;)

“Withered,” the bridge novella linking The Kings series to the upcoming Monsters series, will release September 3, 2018. Preorders will most likely be available, and I will make the announcement when they go up.

“Monsters: The Good, The Bad, The Cursed” will release October 31, 2018. I will make the announcement when preorders for this 1st book in the Monsters series become available. Monsters is a brand new paranormal romance series set in the same universe as The Big Bad Wolf books, The Lost Angels series, and The Kings.

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Coming this fall… (2018)


Book One: The Good, The Bad, The Cursed

By Heather Killough-Walden

(Excerpt #2)


Angela glanced sidelong at the large man she had barely managed to bind.

“He’s still coming for you,” he told her. “Even now.” She closed her eyes for a moment as his voice rolled over her. “And he won’t be coming alone. I’m betting he’s got a dozen more on your tail by now.”

He was resting against the boulders behind him, his long legs bent, boot heels dug into the dirt in front of him. His head was tilted back on the rocks, and he gazed at her through narrowed slits that were as piercing as they’d ever been. His clothing was torn in a few places, but the bleeding from the gash in his forehead had stopped.

Jacob Crow was a beautiful man. She’d thought as much from the moment she’d first met him. But he was a dangerous man too. Especially to her. Especially now.

She looked away and strode to the fire she’d built, lifting his pack closer so she could go through it with proper lighting.

“You’re only prolonging the inevitable,” he said. It was something she knew he would never normally say, and it sounded strange coming from his lips.

“That isn’t you talking,” she said softly without looking up.



“Then how about this?” he asked next. She did look up now. He lifted away from the wall of rock behind him, strong enough to do so despite the cuffs holding his arms behind his back. He was strong. He was capable. And his motorcycle club “brother,” David was out there somewhere; she could feel it. He was getting closer. One of them, she could handle on a very good day. But both of them, not a chance. She’d only gotten lucky with Jacob. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her. She hadn’t been under the same compunction, hence the gash in his forehead. “You’re wearing yourself down, Angel. You can’t keep this up forever.” He gave her a knowing look, deep and penetrating. “I can tell you’re growing weak.” And then he chuckled, no doubt feeling the gash in his forehead. “Well, at least in magic.”

Angel looked away. She stifled the need to swallow past the tightening of her throat. Instead she said, “You’re not yourself, Jake,” and pulled the rations out of his pack to rip them open. When she turned back to face him, he was simply watching her, his singular, light green eyes glinting. And she knew his mind was working.

Despite everything, Jake wasn’t her enemy. Her enemy was ancient. He’d had a long time to live and a long time to learn, so he was also very smart. He’d proven as much by singling out two of the small handful of men in the entire multiverse who could actually defeat her. He’d somehow gotten to them and turned them to his cause. He’d used powerful magic to do so. It had to be powerful, strong enough to make it past the inked protection both men had tattooed on their bodies.

The ink was a warden thing, and in particular a “Monsters” biker gang thing. Those men, collectively and in warden circles referred to as simply the Monsters, were lead by the most feared warden of the lot: Cain. No one knew how old Cain was, but it was generally agreed he’d been around millennia – and he had learned a thing or two over the years. The ink was one of them. Rumors had it he’d gleaned the trick from someone even older than he was.

Which was why it was so impressive that Malek Taal of the Taal fae had pushed past that ancient inked magic and infiltrated the minds of two Monsters members, siccing them on her like blood hounds. Now he wasn’t the only one hunting her down, and Jacob was right. There were probably actually more. Like maybe their sentinel and friend, Lucian, who went by the shortened name “Luke.”

She’d met Luke once, the same day she met all the Monsters brothers. He was kind and strong and good, and she’d taken an instant liking to him. But if David Sharpe told his sentinel that she needed to be neutralized, he would believe him. They’d known each other for years and they trusted one another. She did not need a sentinel as powerful as Luke thinking she was the bad guy.

It was why she hadn’t called out for her own sentinel. She was half afraid Luke would hear her instead.

Jake was also right about her growing weary. She was using magic to keep the light of the fire from glowing past the boundaries of her camp. She didn’t want to help his brother locate her any easier. And she was using more magic to keep Jacob bound in those cuffs. She didn’t have the strength to cast a healing spell right now, which was why he was still injured. He would heal, and a hell of a lot faster than a human, but she could have seen to it that he bore no mark at all. She definitely didn’t have it in her to throw down with him again.

“What did he tell you, Jake? What does he have you believing about me that makes it so important you turn me in?”

Jacob slowly leaned back. Something uncertain flashed across his strong, handsome features – just for a split instant. But then he shook his head. “That it needs to be done.”

Angel blinked. She frowned. “That’s it? He didn’t tell you I was dangerous? That I was killing innocents or something? That I needed to be neutralized? Reined in? Restrained?”

Jake laughed softly again and let his head fall back against the stone behind him. His laugh was deep and beautiful, and his Adam’s apple moved in his strong throat, tempting her. Making her lips tingle. She recalled the way he felt standing beside her, tall and capable and supportive. He smelled like leather and gun oil and deodorant and battle. Like the song said, fresh from the fight. She’d been instantly, if secretly, smitten.

“I already knew you were dangerous,” he told her. His smile grew bigger, white and predatory. A hint of fang peeked from behind his lips.

Angel looked away again, and now she felt a heat move up through her. Her heart was hammering. Her attention was slipping. Focus, she told herself. You need to keep him restrained. And remember, David is out there –

With that thought, Angel experienced another feeling. It was familiar and hard and grounding. It was the feeling of being watched. Carefully studied. She realized suddenly that she’d had the feeling for a while, but she’d attributed it to Jacob.

At once, she threw up a shield around the camp, using what was left of her magical strength in the defensive move. But she was too slow. The dart made it through just before the shield was erected, and its sharp tip embedded itself firmly in the side of her neck.

She winced and yanked it out as quickly as she could, but she knew the damage was done.

No!she thought, reaching out for magic – any magic – that she could get her mind wrapped around. But the fire crackled blue and black then flared bright, its light expanding suddenly past the spell she’d used to keep it hidden. Her eyes began to close. She heard footsteps on both sides of her, which meant Jake’s cuffs were gone and he was free.

All of her spells were failing at once. David was good. They both were. Hell, this was probably all a set-up. Malek really was smart using them against her.

It was not the most comforting thought to accompany Angel as she felt the two wardens stand over her, and the world faded to darkness behind her lids.

(Monsters is a new paranormal romance series by NYT and USA Today bestseller, Heather Killough-Walden, and is part of the HKW Universe that ties together The Big Bad Wolf series, The Lost Angels series, and The Kings.)


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Teaser from “Monsters,” by Heather Killough-Walden

Excerpt from the “Monsters” series

by Heather Killough-Walden

Book one, “The Good, The Bad, The Cursed” coming 2018

He was furious. There were waves of anger radiating from him like ripples in an upset pond, and the truth was she knew it was her fault. She knew she’d pushed him too far with her words. With her promises. They were threats to him rather than promises, threats of another thousand lifetimes completely and utterly alone.

So now he was pissed. And in a way she’d never witnessed before.

Angela closed her eyes against the sudden, hard sensations that invaded her body, dug deep and made her feel. Her core lit on fire, but not in a bad way. It was a breathless evocation. It was inviting. It was not at all unpleasant.

It was just unwanted.

She’d fallen to her knees, her bound hands behind her, and she didn’t remember hitting the ground. She inhaled sharply and he slid his hand around her throat, tilting her head back against his shoulder. He’d taken a knee behind her.

His lips were at her ear. “I can teach you to find pleasure in absolutely anything I wish,” he told her in that deep voice and thick accent. “All I have to do is make you feel what you’re feeling right now. As I torture and kill those you hold dear, you will be climaxing again and again. Associating their suffering with intense, unforgiving bliss.”

She wanted to flinch away, but ultimately lost the battle and fell into his grasp as his free hand slid along her stomach to encircle her small waist and pull her further back against him. “The next few days can be terribly confusing for you,” he continued. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm work its insidiously delicious way through her body, and her skin flushed. He chuckled as he watched her; she could feel his gaze searing into her as he worked his dark magic. “Or you can cooperate. And there need be no ambivalence. We can leave the suffering out of it.”

He laughed again though, as his fingers inched her shirt up over her taut stomach, exposing an abdomen tightened in mounting pleasure. Wanton fury was coursing through her heated veins. She fought it with every ounce of her mind, but her mind was losing. “Well… to some degree,” he added darkly. “Sex is never quite as good without some amount of pain.”

Angela took a deep, quick breath when lucid thought suddenly broke through his spell and flooded her mind. It was what remained of her own magic, desperately trying to slice through his powerful web. The spell she needed was there, just for a flash, and she grabbed onto it like mad.

She hissed rapidly, “E nochtum quis nanda plu-” but he covered her mouth with his hand, silencing her spell at once, and yanked her hard against the solid muscle of his chest.  Suddenly she was crying out against his palm as not only an intense orgasm ripped through her, but a hard, deep ache blossomed to life as well.

Immediately, she knew what it was. It was the pain they’d warned her about, the kind the Malek Taal were known to inflict on their prey as punishment. It was sexual longing at its foundations, but one so utterly intense, so deep and strong and completely thorough, no sane thought was given free passage through the Taal-maddened mind.

His pain and pleasure were birthed in the same place inside her, and the pain road the tailcoats of her pleasure through every molecule of her being. But as the pleasure ebbed away, the ache grew stronger, and the Malek Taal kept his grip firm, watching her from above as his punishing magic took over.

She felt her chest rise and fall as rapidly as her racing heart, and she knew it would please him. She knew it would satisfy the dominant sadist in him to take in every tiny detail of how she reacted to his manipulations. So she tried to reel it in, tried desperately to shield herself from his perceptions, to hide the primal effect he had on her. But he had silenced her strength in more ways than one, and in that moment, as his infamous punishment grew to an incessant, throbbing ache deep inside her that demanded attention and had her squirming in his tight grip, she realized she had never felt so helpless in her life.

He was winning. This time there were three strikes against her. He’d made every preparation. He’d planned out every careful step. And she’d pushed his final button. Now he exacted his plan with Machiavellian ruthlessness.

Her wrists were bruising in the cuffs he’d placed on her, despite their leather lining. She was simply pulling too hard, too violently.

“I imagine you’re feeling a little uncomfortable right now,” he said softly, so very softly, his accent-lilted words whispering across her skin, his lips beside her ear. She sobbed quietly, the sound hushed by that same hand over her mouth. “But I can help you. I can take that pain away.” Now he did whisper, and his breath against her flesh was laced with more insidious magic. “I know what you need. And I can make it all better, Angel.”

It was becoming too much. As his evil magic rose to a crescendo of agony, she went still in his arms, overwhelmed by her inescapable need. She moaned long and low, and he slowly removed his hand, letting the sound free.

“What do you say?” he asked, still whispering like a lover into her ear.

But she couldn’t say anything at all, and he knew it. All she could do was nod. Just once.

That was all it took.

“That’s my girl,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his words. The hand he held her throat with slid along her skin, grasping her chin to tilt it to the side and expose the column of her throat. She should have been terrified then, but she could not tense any further. Her entire body was a long, lithe vessel composed of completely flexed muscle and heated desperation.

So she only squeezed her eyes shut tight and hoped her teeth wouldn’t crack against each other as he parted his lips and his breath caressed the side of her neck. Her heart was a rapid-fire witness to her misery, and it was no doubt calling to him, speeding through that vein so close to his lips like a fast-flowing river of temptation.

Oh gods, just do it! she thought, wondering why he would make her suffer further when she had already acquiesced. But then she again realized what he was about to do, and the dwindling sanity within her thought, No, wait, please don’t –

And then the wait was over, as just like that his very sharp canines were sinking carefully but deeply into her artery.

Angela’s brown eyes flew open. She could feel them heat up, her captor’s power surging through her in complete domination, no doubt forcing them into amber light. It was probably very pretty – and she couldn’t have cared less. She was changing inside. It was only the beginning, but a switch had been flipped and the pieces had been set in motion.

He wasted no time in taking what he’d laid claim to the first moment he’d laid eyes on her. He pulled her blood out of her body and into his with barely measured impatience, and as he did, the ache inside her transformed. It continued to grow, but its pain was laced with the promise of absolution, with the almost-threat of culmination, and she had no choice but to welcome it with weak and open arms.

Copyright Heather Killough-Walden 2018

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HKW Books is running an international (yes – INTERNATIONAL) giveaway right now that is literally worth thousands. Because there are more than 40 prizes, your chances of winning are excellent.

Everything from $300 custom-made HKW plushies to $50 gift cards to Kindle Fires to audio books will be gifted to randomly drawn winners across the globe. New prizes roll in every day to be added to the giveaway list!

Want to sign up? All you have to do is get a YouTube account and subscribe to Heather’s channel. (Be sure to click the option to be notified when a new HKW Books video goes up or you’ll miss out on the smaller giveaways she does just for loyal subscribers.) Once you’ve subscribed, comment on the video. Then send Heather a Facebook private message to let her know you have. It’s as easy as that! Subscribing and letting her know you’ve done so by following the rules will get your name on the list!

To sign up for the giveaway and help Heather Killough-Walden launch her new YouTube channel, follow this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJ3QvonwutI&t=2s

To watch Heather’s second (hilarious) video on her brand new channel, follow this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drtjOn6Rm4g

Here’s a link to Heather’s third video (top ten movies that have influenced her writing): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PA4bLxCX3PQ&t=206s

Heather will be using the channel to joke around with her readers, feature reader art, answer reader questions, give exclusive book reveals, run exclusive giveaways, and generally make a fool of herself. ;) She loves comments and of course very much appreciates subscriptions and thumbs-ups!

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HKW Books YouTube Channel Launches!

HKW Books is running an international (yes – INTERNATIONAL) giveaway right now that is literally worth thousands. Everything from $300 custom-made HKW plushies to $50 gift cards to Kindle Fires to audio books will be gifted to randomly drawn winners across the globe. There will be more than thirty winners, and new prizes roll in every day to be added to the giveaway list!

Wanna sign up? All you have to do is get a YouTube account and subscribe to Heather’s channel. It’s as easy as that! Subscribing (and letting her know you’ve done so by following the rules) will get your name on the list!

To sign up for the giveaway and help Heather Killough-Walden launch her brand new YouTube channel, follow this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJ3QvonwutI&t=2s

To watch Heather’s second (hilarious) video on her brand new channel, follow this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drtjOn6Rm4g

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William Balthazar Solan has ruled for eons beyond imagining, always alone as he watches over the spaces between the seconds. But thousands of years ago, Fate created a very special woman. In her William saw a different kind of history, and a rule that was not alone.

Her name was Helena. They fell in love.

But Fate wasn’t finished. Helena is only half of its design. The other half is a six-foot-six blond with cold blue eyes and a taste for blood, Helena’s blood in particular.

His name is Cain.

William and Helena have spent the last few millennia locked in a terrible loop of love and loss as they struggle to be together in the face of a formidable darkness bent on possessing Helena for himself.

But now the chessboard has been turned, the pieces moved. Universes have collided, dimensions have slammed together, and in this new world Fate has no power. This is William’s chance to finally set things right.

All he has to do is convince a woman who doesn’t know or trust him that she’s his long lost love, stop ancient and powerful enemies from destroying the entire planet, and keep Cain from sinking his teeth into Helena all over again.

And unfortunately, in this new world William is also running out of time.

The Time King is the highly anticipated, breathlessly awaited thirteenth and final installment of The Kings series, by NYT and USA Today bestselling paranormal romance author, Heather Killough-Walden.

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BLQZRSX/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1521620242&sr=8-1&keywords=the+time+king+heather+killough-walden

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