Meet Matthew

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The Man Who Forgot Love

Once a devoted husband to Maurelle and a father to Shawn, Matthew Marks was a man of light. But years of imprisonment in the Shadow Realm at the hands of Jonathan have stripped that away. Now, he returns to the mortal realm not as a savior, but as the Shadow King.

He has the face of a hero and the soul of a monster. And the worst part? He doesn’t even remember the woman who would do anything to save him.

MAEVE https://books2read.com/u/m25Ygd
MATTHEW https://books2read.com/u/bzNZYj
JUSTIN https://books2read.com/u/mBKzLZ
MAURELLE https://books2read.com/u/bzN19D
ANNBELLE https://books2read.com/u/bWqEkx
Carillon https://books2read.com/u/38anZV (COMING MARCH 1, 2026)


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