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ULTRA DELUXE SPECIAL EDITION PRE-ORDER — Lettered (A-Z) | The Last Tritan Deluxe

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Enemies to Lovers | Compelled to Obey | Jealous Possessive Hero | Morally Grey Hero | Captive-Captor Romance | Forbidden Power | Dark Obsession | DubCon/NonCon | Touch Her and Die | Reluctant Alliance | Forced Proximity | Untrained Power | & More!

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PREORDER: This is a PreOrder for The Last Tritan Deluxe Special Edition trilogy; Ultra Deluxe Signed and Lettered (A-Z) Deluxe editions featuring golden gilded edges & slipcase. They are anticipated to ship EARLY SUMMER 2025.

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This isn’t just a book—it’s a relic imbued with an aura of dark power. We’re talking Deluxe Special Editions dripping in decadence, hand-signed and ready to dominate your shelf. For the first time ever, I’m unleashing a limited run of 250 special editions meant for the real collectors and superfans—and they’re already going fast.

✨ The Breakdown

Base Tier: 📘 The Deluxe Special Edition with Matte Dust Jackets – $99CAD

Stunning in their own right, these gorgeous collector’s editions feature sprayed edges (final design TBA), dual-toned gold foiling, a luxe matte dust jacket, ribbon bookmark, matching foiled signed bookmarks x2, custom Tritan map endpages (TBA), and more beautiful surprises.

💜 Best for readers who want a stunning, display-worthy edition without the ultra-limited pricing. There will be a limited run of these, but the number printed will be determined by pre-order interest.

Middle Tier: 📗 The Signed & Numbered Collector’s Edition – $150CAD

Imbued with the dark, delicious details you crave in a premium shelf trophy, these editions include everything from the Base Tier—plus they’re hand-numbered 1–224, tucked snug into a premium slipcase, boast digitally sprayed edges, and are strictly limited to 224 copies.

💜 Best for readers who want a collector’s edition to brag about—without handing Myra a piece of their immortal soul.

Top Tier: 📙 The Signed & Lettered Ultra-Deluxe Edition – $400CAD

The Elites. Bound in luxe gold foil, tucked into custom slipcases, and gleaming with gilded (metallic) edges designed to make your heart race. Each copy is hand-signed (and personalized, if you wish), lettered A–Z, and comes with a certificate of authenticity. This is the kind of collector’s item meant to sit high on your shelf—centered, lit like an altar, where the grubby fingers of your spawnlings cannot reach them.

Only TWENTY-SIX will ever exist.

💜 Best for those whose obsession has reached peak intensity—who gave up their sanity the instant they heard Myra’s name. Fully corrupted. Deeply obsessed. And damn proud of it. This is your shot to own a piece of the legend. Don’t miss it.

This exclusive Deluxe Edition is a must-have for collectors and dark romance fanatics alike. Don’t miss your chance to own these stunning editions—once they’re gone, they’re gone for good.



I was eighteen when the capital city of Tritan fell.
With the element of surprise on their side, the fight was relatively bloodless and over within a week. They crushed our communication network, and it was days before we even knew who our attackers were. Once we saw the black-and-gold banners of Caledonia, however, our self-defense attempts were virtually nonexistent—they were known for being ruthless in battle. It was assumed the Caledonians had attacked Tritan for her abundant resources. And it was true, to an extent.

With the government disabled, mass panic quickly followed. Families trying desperately to escape the tattered carcass of Tritan fled north, to the country of Elora. Once our closest allies, now offered only barred doors and shuttered windows, lest they incur the wrath of Caledonia.

They were right to fear.

Our enemy had more than a reputation for blood lust—their elite soldiers could channel energy into the weapons they carried. Blasts hot enough to burn through anything they encountered. They were deadly warriors, utterly unmatched in any known arena.

But the true horror of our invasion had yet to be revealed. Renowned for our genteel natures, slight statures, light hair, and fair complexions, our people were valued for our contributions to medical sciences and bountiful food production. Beloved for our peacekeepers and healers.

And for our priestesses.

Rare Tritan women born to sense the energy of every organic thing around them. Who could manipulate life by reshaping it as something new—trees, plants, animals—anything that held a spark of living energy. Priestesses were famous healers, using their abilities to detect and diagnose ailments in their patients. But the most powerful could direct that energy to heal any injury.

As medics, they might have been invaluable on the battlefield. Might have given our scattered forces a whisper of hope against Caledonia’s elite warriors.

But the temple was the first to fall.
The true target of Caledonia’s attack wasn’t the military, the senate, or our bountiful riches.
It was the priestesses.

By some cruel stroke of fate, the Caledonians could enslave the priestesses in chains of glittering gold. Bound to one of these elite warriors, Tritan’s cherished holy women were nothing more than conduits to the world’s living energy. Taken by the conquerors who came to enslave, to use until there was nothing left but an empty husk. Tritan burned, and from her smoldering corpse, the enemy rose in a cloud of ash.

Invincible.
Limitless power at their disposal.

There was no chance of a rebellion after that.

But it wouldn’t be a story worth telling if it ended there. I escaped the city before the fighting reached us because my father used his position as a senator to get me to safety. Just as he’d done years before, when my modest talents as a potential priestess had begun to manifest. Forbidding me from honing my craft—from wasting my life in selfless worship—was a biased decision that eventually saved my life. Unfortunately, he couldn’t secure the same for himself and my mother.

It was the last time I saw them.

Some of Tritan’s refugees managed to find a temporary haven in the vast forest separating Tritan and Elora. Not rebels—just desperate people trying to avoid the nets of those hunting them. I was among those small clusters of terrified people, and though I never met another priestess, it became obvious the Caledonians wanted even the ordinary citizens of Tritan. Our unusual coloring made us highly sought after in the slaving markets across the world.

It wasn’t long before slavers invaded the woods. Not long before they attacked.

Scavengers drawn in by the ignorance of those who knew nothing of survival in the forest and even less of the stealth needed to escape unnoticed.

It was dark when I awoke to the scent of meat roasting over a fire, serenaded by the merry sounds of popping and crackling flames. One of the men had brought down some type of fowl and had started a fire to cook it. The smell of roasted bird soon woke the remaining sleepers, and although we knew better, it was a temptation none could resist.

There was only enough for each of us to have a few mouthfuls of the succulent meat, but as the hot juices dripped off our fingers, I was sure it was worth it—until the slavers crashed through the brush, weapons drawn. The camp sounds, which moments before had been contented eating, became screams of terror as everyone scrambled for safety.

It was my first good look at the dreaded Caledonians.

Where Tritans were slight and fair, the Caledonians were the opposite. Dark hair and eyes with considerably larger, heavily muscled frames.

I had but a moment to make this observation before my impending enslavement became apparent. I was a Tritan priestess, albeit an untrained one, and I couldn’t allow myself to fall into the clutches of an elite warrior to be used against my people in such a perverse way.

To my everlasting shame, I took the opportunity the chaos offered and slipped away...

This is only the beginning...

❧ Enemies to Lovers
❧ Compelled to Obey
❧ Jealous Possessive Hero
❧ Morally Grey Hero
❧ Captive-Captor Romance
❧ Forbidden Power
❧ Dark Obsession
❧ DubCon/NonCon
❧ Touch Her and Die
❧ Reluctant Alliance
❧ Forced Proximity
❧ Untrained Power
❧ Betrayal
❧ Villain Love Interest
❧ Fated but Forbidden
❧ Dark Magic
Book List

Included Books:

  • 1. Flame to Frost
  • 2. Frost to Dust
  • 3. Dust to Smoke
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ULTRA DELUXE SPECIAL EDITION PRE-ORDER — Lettered (A-Z) | The Last Tritan Deluxe

ULTRA DELUXE SPECIAL EDITION PRE-ORDER — Lettered (A-Z) | The Last Tritan Deluxe

$450.00 $400.00

ULTRA DELUXE SPECIAL EDITION PRE-ORDER — Lettered (A-Z) | The Last Tritan Deluxe

$450.00 $400.00
👑 You're Claiming: Signed Lettered A-Z + Slipcase & GILDED Edges

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