Jadee

Isolde was born under the red full moon. Something that was rare and marked as a curse in the werewolf world. Her pack wanted her gone, saying she would bring destruction. Her wolf was sealed before she could reach the awakening age, leaving her worthless. Helpless. Vulnerable. Then came the night that changed her life, stumbling her into the worst world possible. She was married off to the cruel rogue Alpha Drogo. A male bound by the curse of the moon goddess after committing an eternal sin. He was defined as the most ruthless male in the country. Behind the shadow, never to be dared. What happened when Isolde realized she bears the face of a ghost that haunts him from his past? The face of the very woman that doomed him.

“Lor…Lord Kamaz” Zelda moaned as she held onto Ragnar’s shoulders. She could feel the temperature of his skin and he was cold to the touch but yet she felt like she was burning. ‘How is it possible that someone this cold could transfer this level of heat?’ He had only placed a kiss on her neck and had run his tongue along a pulsing vein but she could feel how badly her core ached. He did not want to hold onto her, he was trying all he could so his hands would not grab her and that was the greatest form of torment he felt could come to him. Not even the angry looking gashes and slashes on his back from the whippings he had gotten could be compared. “The whole Kingdom almost found out my secret today, little bird…” He said as he brought his nose closer to her neck and took a much needed deep inhale. He closed his eyes as he savoured her scent…that scent that could only come from her. No one else had ever smelled so appealing in all his life. “I don't want you going to any of the chambers meant for the Upper Royals. I don't want them seeing you. I don't want them even thinking about you. I could have laid his head to rest today if those fingers of his had touched you.” He said, recollecting how close he was to decapitating his half brother. “Tell me…Did He Touch You?!” He asked. Zelda's eyes flew open. She looked into his eyes and saw his eyes were still swirling a shade of red. It will be troublesome if he stays this way. She placed one of her hands on his face and he relished in the warmth of her skin. “He didn't. You came before he could…” She said. He nodded his head and his eyes darted to that vein on her neck that was pulling him in. He didn't want to hurt her but yet he could hear the thrum of her blood and not tasting it was maddening enough. “You need to go" He said and he removed his hands that had cornered her to the wall. She knew he was withdrawing from her…again. He was still trying to hold onto his title as the most revered Prince of Noble character, even in this moment because he didn't want to harm her. Instead of speaking, she stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on his lips. Her lips parted as she landed on her feet, her chest heaving as she wondered what he would do. The red in his eyes glazed, their hearts drummed in their ears and in a unified heartbeat, he lifted her up with his left hand and crashed his lips on hers. A groan from the depth of his desires quietened in the tangle of their tongues. She wrapped her legs around him and he leaned into her body on the wall. Her fingers sunk

" Mine!" The voice roars again, making me shift a little bit from Liam. I don't understand while I'm the only one hearing a strange voice claiming me in my head! This is frustrating! What's happening to me? Anytime I get closer to a guy the voice always rings. I don't understand. First, I thought I was just hearing things but it continued. Now it's f**king worse! Liam noticed I wasn't giving in for the kiss again, he held my hand, As I was trying to compose myself from the annoying voice in my head.. "Are you okay?" He asked, immediately the voice rang again but this time a bit louder than the first. "Mine!" "Oh shut the f*ck up!" I grumbled, blocking my ears from the whispers but everyone in the corridor shockingly stared at me. Was I running mad? "Are you telling me to shut the f*ck up?" Liam asked, looking confused at me.. "No no no, I wasn't. Just that..." At that moment, My words seized when my eyes caught a glimpse of the devil, Luca, he was standing a few miles away from the pillars we rested on... his pure ocean eyes were buried in me like I was some kind of a prey. "That b*st*rd" I mumbled angrily, × × × × He was the alpha of the Mighty Pack While She's a just human with her own identity But they're destined to be together and their path has been joined by the moon goddess. No matter how far she fought it, the paths still link… What would become of them in a world where witches and werewolves are sworn enemies. Find out what happened in this intriguing book !

Sandra has a new job in a new city and she’s trying to find her footing and escape her past. When her friend calls her in for help with some deliveries she thinks it’s the perfect opportunity to make some extra money. She doesn’t expect that she’ll be walking into a new adventure with three masked men who will sweep her off her feet and make her forget her old life. Midnight Embers is one of the hottest bands around. The masked singers of the group are known for their exploits with the people who flock to their concerts. Desperate to get a taste of their darkness and to learn more about the men behind the masks. King, Demon, and Lover value their privacy and secrets. Secrets that the world isn't ready to know about, like the fact that they’re not human and never have been. When Sandra stumbles onto the shoot of their latest video, she has no idea that it will change her life. That she’ll belong to them in a way that she never thought possible. She’ll be their girl, their plaything, their toy. Giving them just what they need while remembering what it means to be wanted and desired. But what happens when the mask is ripped off and her past comes calling? Will Sandra still belong to the band or will she just be another groupie, tossed to the side after the fun is over.

Rachel Rivers, a television host and magazine journalist with strong family values finds everything she ever worked for and believed in crashing down she she walks in on her husband and teen babysitter having s*x. Sad and broken by this revelation of her husband's infidelity she goes out and makes a drunken fool of herself. But actions are not without consequences. Her drunken charade is not overlooked and soon she finds her left alone with nothing, not even her once perfect self image. She suddenly finds herself under the limelight of mockery among friends and foe alike when her soon-to-be ex husband begins to tarnish her image, making her look like the bad guy. She struggles to rebuild her image, seeking whatever help she can until one road leads her to Nate Madden. Rich successful driving force, selfmade billionaire, Nathaniel comes to the rescue with a seemingly innocent offer. What is not innocent however is the price Rachel must pay because Nate is a man she once crossed paths with. He is charming, he is secretive, he is powerful and dominating. He wants to introduce Rachel to a lifestyle she has never known before in exchange for her fame, her life and her job back.

Blair comes home to find her fiancé in bed with her cousin Laura. She is determined not to let it destroy her. She is a strong capable woman. What she hadn’t planned on was drinking too much then sleeping with her boss. Roman shows her things she had never experienced before. Didn't even know she would enjoy. The next morning in the cold light of day and sober, Blair wants to pull away and call it a one-night stand. Roman has other ideas. He just doesn't want her for one night he wants her period.

King of the Underworld, it’s the most feared name in all of Costa Rica, emanating authority, power and danger. Behind every illegal empire was known as Nick Ross, the country’s billionaire and coveted entrepreneur. On a special day celebrating his son’s fifth birthday, Nick meets a beautiful waitress who awakens an intense and obsessive desire. Kamilla Lopez, a young, immature girl with a difficult life, had been raised in an orphanage in the poorest part of Costa Rica. After reaching adulthood and finding housing next to an old lady, the orphan manages to get a job as a waitress in a football arena, what she did not know was that it was the desire of a man who both listened and feared on TV news.

It's the first look on my wedding day. I turn... but my husband isn't there. Instead, I see the stranger who ruined my life. Here's the story: Six years ago, I was on the worst first date in history. A blind date with some jerk who wouldn't take no for an answer. The handsome stranger swooped in. Saved me. And sat down to finish the date. I thought it was crazy. But we had insane chemistry. We got to talking, one thing led to another, we ended up in the restaurant bathroom, and... You know. I got pregnant. He disappeared. Life: ruined. I tried to move on. For six years, I thought I succeeded. But now, out of nowhere, he's back--on my wedding day, of all days. Saying things that don't make any sense. "Your fiancé isn't who you thought he was... I'm not letting you marry him..." And, worst of all... "You're marrying me instead."

She was one of the most renowned thieves in the world. She was the true racing queen of the black market. She was a woman like the wind, coming and going freely, living life to the fullest. He was the mafia king, the richest man in the country. He was ruthless and cold-blooded. Their fates got tangled up over a red ruby. Mutants in the forest, underground pyramids, deep-sea whirlpools... he brought her into his world. Aerial battles, sea battles, ground battles... she went through life and death with him, never leaving each other. Was it love, hate, or hurt? Everything was shrouded in mystery...

"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."

What if Sleeping Beauty woke up in the claws of the Beast? *** "I promise not to touch you until you are begging for it," Leonidas whispers into my ear. Despite the odd feeling growing between my legs, I scoff loudly. "What makes you think I would allow you to touch me?" "Just a hunch," he smiles. His fingers are working nimbly against the fastenings of my gown. Within what feels like seconds, he has stripped me of the gown, and I am left in nothing but the corset and thin undergarments. He takes a step back to admire his handy work, and a mischievous grin crosses his lips. "That corset looks uncomfortable," he says. I grind my teeth together, knowing that if I let him remove it, I will be exposed. "It is." "Do you trust me?" He winks in my direction. "No," I admit. "That's a shame," he replies. He stares at me with a darkened gaze before he scoops me into his arms and lays me properly on the bed. "Goodnight, Princess," he whispers as he tucks me into bed. "How many women have you helped out of their dresses," the words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them. And much to my surprise, I sound jealous. "Now, why would you want to know that?" He smirks. "I don't know," I reply. "I just do." Leonidas comes back to the edge of the bed. "More than you could possibly imagine." *** Taken from her family and her realm at just a few days old, Alora has spent her whole life hearing about the evil Lycan King who will hunt for her when she turns eighteen. The sisters who care for her decide to put her to sleep, in hopes of fooling the Lycan King into thinking she is dead. But when Alora wakes years later, she finds herself in the claws of the monster she has been hiding from. All but one of the sisters are gone and she acts as if she no longer cares for Alora. She is a Fae Princess, in a strange realm full of monsters. Each one is more fierce than the last, but the worst ones hide behind false kindness. With no allies, Alora has to look within to find the answers that have been hidden from her.

Celestia Moonvale has spent eighteen years believing she was nothing more than a human orphan, scraping by in the mortal world with only fragments of strange dreams to haunt her. But when a mysterious woman named Lunara appears on her birthday with an impossible truth, Celestia's world shatters. She isn't human. She's a werewolf princess, the lost daughter of the Moonvale bloodline, one of the most powerful royal houses in the hidden realm of Silvermoor. Thrust into a world of ancient magic, brutal hierarchies, and deadly politics, Celestia is enrolled in the infamous Ironfang Academy, where the strongest wolves are forged, and the weakest are destroyed. Her mother's ultimatum is clear: survive the academy and prove her worth, or be forced into a political marriage to secure the Moonvale legacy. But survival becomes infinitely more complicated when she crosses paths with Ragnor Bloodmoon, the ruthless heir to the Bloodmoon Pack and the academy's most feared Alpha. Arrogant, dangerous, and devastatingly magnetic, Ragnor has built his reputation on crushing anyone who dares challenge him. Their families have been sworn enemies for centuries, their bloodlines stained with betrayal and war. From the moment they meet, sparks fly and claws come out. Celestia refuses to bow to anyone, especially not to the brutal Alpha who seems determined to break her spirit. Ragnor is equally furious to discover that fate has a twisted sense of humor, because the infuriating princess who defies him at every turn is his destined mate. Neither of them wants this bond. Both of them will fight it with everything they have. But in a world where ancient prophecies, dark conspiracies, and deadly enemies lurk in every shadow, resisting fate might cost them everything, including each other. In the game of power and desire, only the strong survive. And Celestia Moonvale is about to discover just how savage she can be.