Anthony Favour's Books
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THE TEARS OF THE CRESENT MOON
In Blackthorn Valley, where moonlight binds souls and betrayal cuts deep, 23-year-old Elyra Voss hides a shattered heart and a deadly secret: she's the last descendant of the Moonseers, a bloodline cursed to ignite or end a centuries-old war between werewolf packs. When she's forced into a mate bond with Zane Blackthorn, the ruthless Crescent Pack alpha who once broke her, Elyra vows to destroy him. But as her heart battles her hunger for revenge, Kael Ironclaw, a brooding rival alpha with secrets of his own, claims she's his fated mate, too. Caught in a deadly love triangle, Elyra uncovers a prophecy that could save or doom them all-but only if she can trust the men who betrayed her. With every choice laced with danger and every night ending in blood, will Elyra's tears heal the valley or drown it in darkness?
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Cursed By His Touch
They say death follows him like a shadow-unseen, silent, and inevitable. They say his touch is a curse, that no one who's felt it has lived to tell the tale. They were right. When Auren, a healer hiding from her haunted past, is summoned to tend to a mysterious nobleman in the forbidden North, she doesn't expect to find him alive-let alone devastatingly beautiful, painfully lonely, and cursed beyond reason. Kael is not a man. Not anymore. Touched by dark magic, everything he loves dies in his hands-until Auren. She alone can touch him and survive. But breaking the curse isn't simple. It will cost more than blood. Secrets buried in Auren's soul are tied to Kael's past, and as love blooms where it shouldn't, fate begins to unravel. Because the curse was never just his to bear. And sometimes, the thing that saves you... is also what dooms you.
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Chained In Velvet
I was sold to a man whose name echoes in nightmares. Dominic Moretti doesn't take prisoners. He makes examples. When my father's debt drowned him, Dominic bought what was left of him-me. I thought he'd kill me. Instead, he caged me. Not with chains, but with silk sheets, diamond collars, and eyes that see straight through me. He doesn't hurt me. Not in the ways I expect. But every look, every word, every command-unravels the little I have left. And still, I begin to crave the monster's touch. Because monsters can't break what's already shattered... can they?