Linda Alexander

[Urgently Need Breastmilk. Compensation Negotiable.] Eileen Sharp used to be a straight-A student with a bright future until she met her ex-boyfriend and became pregnant. Now a single mother, Eileen needed a second job to make ends meet. Eileen laughed. This was either a joke or a forty-year-old man with a weird kink. She wanted to scroll away, but she had bags of breastmilk in the fridge, and money was tight. Did it matter what the old man did with it, anyway? She risked getting kidnapped. The moment she saw him, she was dazzled. . Billionaire Dominic Presley was engaged to Hollywood’s sweetheart. He had all the money in the world, but it couldn’t buy his infant son formula he could keep down. His fiancé would rather die than breastfeed, choosing to go on a trip instead of staying with their son. Dominic needed a miracle. It was a sweet angel with bags of breastmilk in her arms. The attraction was instant. Can Dominic ignore his growing attraction to Eileen to save his engagement? This woman would save his son, but she was the forbidden fruit he couldn’t refuse. This wouldn’t end well, he knew. Eileen knew her time with him was short. She was her boss. She hated herself for lusting after a taken man. But she hated herself more for wishing the crying little boy was her own. She loved him at first sight, more than his gorgeous father. And she wished she would never part. Can she leave when the time comes? Or will she steal the family she dreams of?

"I'm an ordinary waiter, but I can see people's fate, including Shifters. Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my specific bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother. --------------------------------------- “What are you doing? This is my home, you can't just let yourself in!” I try and keep my voice firm but when he turns and fixes me with his golden eyes I shrink back. The look he gives me is imperious and I automatically drop my eyes to the floor as is my habit. Then I force myself to look back up again. He doesn't notice me looking up because he's already looked away from me. He's being rude, I refuse to show that he's scaring me, even though he most definitely is. He glances around and after realising that the only place to sit is the little table with its two chairs he points to it. “Sit.” he orders. I glare at him. Who is he to order me around like this? How can someone this obnoxious possibly be my soul mate? Maybe I'm still asleep. I pinch my arm and my eyes water a little from the sting of pain."

"They've decided to marry me off," I say, "To Blackmoor." Grace's brows lift slightly. "I know." "You... what?" "Father told me after council," she says easily. "It's a smart move." I swallow. "Grace, it's Alpha Gaven. He's dangerous. They say he killed his own father. That he..." "That he rules effectively," she interrupts. "Which is more than can be said for most Alphas who hesitate." I stare at her. "I'm scared. I am not enough for him. We both know that. He will sense it as soon as he meets me." I hate myself for offering it so freely. But she's my sister. If I don't say it to her, I don't know who I could. "I need help," I say. "I can't go to Blackmoor. I don't have a wolf. I don't even know how to..." She cuts me off, "You're not meant to be Luna. You are just meant to warm his bed from time to time. Give him an heir or two." Grace continues, "But I am meant to be Alpha. And this alliance makes that possible. Blackmoor's support will silence any challenges. The elders will fall in line. I can take my rightful place." *** Fern was supposed to be the heir who would secure the pack's future. When she was born a girl and never received a wolf, Fern was cast aside and raised among the Omegas, treated as little more than a servant in her own pack. So when her father trades her in a political marriage to secure an alliance, Fern understands exactly what she is: expendable. Her contracted mate is Alpha Gaven of Blackmoor, the most feared Alpha on the continent. What Fern doesn't know is that Gaven recognizes her as his true mate the moment he scents her. And he refuses her. To Fern, he is a monster forged in blood and power. To Gaven, the bond is a cruel twist of fate he refuses to accept. Bound by contract , they clash at every turn as resentment, obsession, and forbidden desire begin to blur the line between hatred and need.