Títulos em Gaslamp

Bastian, Gwena, and Felix couldn’t be cast farther apart. Despite the friends’ separation, the threads of destiny bind them tightly together. The question is, can they endure their own perilous paths long enough to reunite?

In the quiet crafting village of Arthursberg, Dren's life was little more than a routine of pain and drudgery. A mangled leg, a crippled arm, and a shattered future left him stuck at the post office, stacking boxes while his friends chased dreams he could only imagine. But everything changes the day an explosion shakes the nearby forest. When everyone else turns a blind eye, Dren hobbles toward danger, determined to help. What he finds is an Artificer's workshop—and a gift that will rewrite his destiny.

Did I mention I'm a new witch with telepathic powers? Yeah. It's a lot. Especially since every time I get near Aldronn, the commanding orc either wants to boss me around or bed me. Or boss me around while bedding me. Ugh. Why does that have to be so hot? I can never let him know! He'll be even more sinfully arrogant than he is now, and that wicked smirk of his already makes me want to scream...or kiss him. Or maybe both. Okay, it's totally both.

Charles Shilling is a walking disaster. While having embraced that aspect of his personality some time ago, his friends and loved ones do their best to keep him on the straight and narrow – as much as anyone can. Unfortunately, he’s worse than ever after what happened with Kopeck and Florin. It seems like no one can talk sense into him now. Until a new form of tragedy strikes close to home, and stokes the beast that Kopeck woke…

Rinka is done with the city. She's done with the job she's always hated, she's done with the never-ending rent increases, and most of all, she's done with her big dreams. Isn't it time for her to listen to her mother and settle for less? But when she packs up her life to join her friend Alison in the country, she's not the only one new in town. The king is coming, and he's bringing the entire court and a retinue of dwarven industrialists bent on turning Rinka and Alison's new home into the next great center of commerce. The only problem? Their town will be at the bottom of a lake.

Magic is a double-edged sword, and Siobhan knows the sting of its blade better than most. Old scars have peeled open to spill out the horrors within, and Siobhan has learned to fear her shadow. When the Red Guard comes to assess the Raven Queen as a threat, she must convince them she's worth more alive than dead. They want the truth behind her secrets, and she wants access to forbidden knowledge. Fortunately, she knows that sometimes the best defense is a dangerous reputation—even one built on deception.

Paesha Vox thought she’d found it all. A way to save Quill. Friends that had become family. A love to fight for. But one truth unraveled it all, and nothing will ever be the same. Thorne Noctus lied. About everything. About his name. About his twin brother. About the blood-soaked war they’ve both been waging—with Paesha caught in the middle. Now that the veil between their cities is shattered, she can finally return to Quill, but the reunion isn’t what she’d hoped it would be.

Life has been a whirlwind since my debut album dropped, but not all of it is the good kind. Turns out, audiences aren't the only thing I'm attracting—I've got a stalker. My manager insists I need protection, and before I know it, there's a big, hunky gargoyle bodyguard at my door. Graeme is my polar opposite in every way. He's a massive grump who seems to think smiling is against his job description. The man is all business, no pleasure. And my free-spirited nature seems to be getting under his stone-cold skin. I can't figure out if I want to punch him or kiss him!

When a spell gone wrong brings more than just magic to Theo Brylar’s life, things in Adenashire get a little… purrplexing. Suddenly, cats of all shapes and sizes are drawn to him, much to the amusement of Faylin the forest lynx (and Theo’s “house cat”). But when someone suggests opening a cat café next to Arleta’s bakery, Theo finds himself juggling more than feline antics.

Journey to gaslamp Victorian London to battle werewolves alongside Agent Clemeny Louvel. As part of Her Majesty's Red Cape Society, it's Agent Louvel's job to keep the streets of London safe from supernatural creatures. In this Red Riding Hood retelling, Clemeny takes on lycans, demons, excessively snobbish godmothers, and a dark fae prince intent on kidnapping Queen Victoria.

After the Second Kingside War, magical folks like baker Lillie Dean are once again able to live freely and use magic openly. Lillie is taking this new freedom to heart, and has just moved to the seaside town of Silverkeep to start a brand new bakery and begin her life again. But all is not sweet in the idyllic village, especially when Lillie gets a threatening note saying if she doesn't get out of town, everyone will find out about her villainous past.

After years of working and living in a brothel, I—Asia Quicksilver, the orphan who was named after a continent and a chemical element—finally have a respectable job that doesn’t require me to shed my clothes. But am I happy as the housekeeper of the elusive Mr Evander Lynch? Not really.

When James O'Sullivan returns to his hometown of Cuanmore to settle his estranged father's estate, he uncovers a life-altering secret: his family's pub holds a portal to a magical speakeasy, one that connects to worlds James once thought only existed in fantasy stories. Now James must learn how to manage a bar, deal with being trapped in a town he's tried to escape his entire life, plus handle a steady stream of patrons that include orcs, dwarves, gnomes and dragon riders, who are all seeking rest from their own adventures.

Monster hunter Silas Beckham just inherited an estate he never knew existed from a grandfather he never met. The good news? It's magical. The bad news? It comes with crushing debt, bloodthirsty monsters prowling the halls, and bureaucratic obstacles at every turn. With only a formal skeletal butler named Bonereghard, whose knowledge of estate logistics spans centuries, and a mythic Fenrir cub named Diog as allies, Silas must transform from street-smart survivor to legitimate heir before the estate's astronomical tax bill comes due.

Everyone assumed Sira was going to ace the practical exam. Top of her class at the Academy, she’s proven she can fly an airship. What she can’t seem to do is make it home. Shot down in the dead of night, she and James Hawk, the frustrating mage assigned to her exam, are stranded in the Bellever forest. Sira doesn't trust magic, or the mage she's stranded with, but they're the only survivors of the attack and it will take both their talents to get back to the city.

Arthur has one more journey to make. With Coldbrook settled down, he's sent by the town to the capital of the Demon World to present and explain their new inventions in front of the largest audience Arthur has ever seen.

Stephanie Burgis delivers another irreverent, sparkling, and sexy installment in the Queens of Villainy series, where a seductive fae queen meets her unexpected match in the enemy empire's valiant general. Queen Lorelei is a notorious fae seductress, with a trail of broken hearts in her wake...

Ninety years ago, the dwarves of the Dragonhammer Clan were driven from their ancestral home. Now, a small band from a new generation, raised in exile among humans, are mounting a venture to retake it. These young dwarves aren't fools. They don't have an army. They don't even know the old ways. Led by the young heir to the clan, Genrik Dragonhammer, they seek to carve out a foothold within a nearby mountain, rebuild the clan's strength, and eventually drive out the goblins that have settled in the city their ancestors built.

Kell is one of the last Antari—magicians with a rare, coveted ability to travel between parallel Londons; Red, Grey, White, and, once upon a time, Black. Kell was raised in Arnes—Red London—and officially serves the Maresh Empire as an ambassador, traveling between the frequent bloody regime changes in White London and the court of George III in the dullest of Londons, the one without any magic left to see.

I am respected in Leafshire Cove because I perform magic exactly the way it should be performed—with a witch's intuition. My spells are precise, and they're either wonderfully practical or completely fun. Regardless, my magic is true magic. On market days, my cart always has the longest line. That is, until he arrives. An arrogant, foolish minotaur with a ridiculously posh accent sets up shop right beside me. And even though his magic is only a mishmash of tacky illusions and over-the-top displays, townsfolk flock to him. Infuriating.