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I was the perfect wife. For three years, I built my husband's empire, gave him my love, my loyalty, my designs. And how did Victor Hale repay me? He stole my womb. He stole my daughter. He stole my freedom. That was the day Aurora Hale died. Now I live as Rhea Ashford — and I want blood. One reckless night, I mistake Damien Voss, a ruthless crime-lord biker with a wicked smile, for his powerful CEO twin brother. One bed. One touch. One unforgettable sin. When Damien discovers who I am and what I want, he makes me a deal: marry him, and he'll give me the power and protection to ruin the man who destroyed me. It's easy. He wants me, so I become his bride. I want revenge, so he becomes my weapon. But Damien isn't just temptation in leather and ink. He's dangerous. Addictive. A man who plays by no rules but his own. And in this contract marriage tangled with lust and lies, I can't tell if I'm the one using him— Or if he's already claimed me as his. BOOK 1 OF THE PRINCES OF SIN TRILOGY ******* Excerpt: "I'm looking for my kitten," he says. "She ran away this morning." "She's about this tall." His hand lifts, stopping exactly at my height. Of course it does. "Brown fur. Hazel eyes. Very pretty little thing." His mouth curves. "Sharp mouth. Bad attitude. Thinks she's smarter than everyone in the room." I hate that my body answers anyway—pulse spiking, thighs pressing together under the table, heat blooming low and treacherous. "I might have," I repeat, calm and clear. I uncross and recross my legs. "She didn't look lost," I say. "She looked… disappointed." "Disappointed," he repeats, faintly amused. "Yes." I lift my chin. "She realized she'd picked the wrong brother."

“You’re blushing,” Ethan murmured, stepping in close, voice like silk and sin. “I’m not,” I snapped, even as my breath hitched. His fingers brushed my jaw. “Liar. Your skin gives you away every time.” I tried to step back, but my body didn’t move. It leaned into his heat, into the pull I kept denying. “You hate me, remember?” I whispered. His lips barely grazed mine. “Then why do your eyes beg me to kiss you?” *************** After being betrayed by her fiancé who got her sister engaged to him, Olivia is humiliated and heartbroken. Olivia thinks nothing could hurt worse. Until her family gives her an ultimatum: Marry in five days, or be forced to wed a man who can’t even speak. Why? Because her younger sister can’t walk down the aisle first—it’s “shameful” if the eldest daughter isn’t married. When a cocky, infuriating stranger shows up with a marriage proposal, things get messy fast. What starts as a contract to save face turns into something far more dangerous: undeniable chemistry, scorching tension, and a slow burn that refuses to stay under control. In five days, everything could fall apart for Olivia or turn into the beginning of something real.

Amelia’s only goal the last five years was ‘Survival’. She didn’t know why every rogue she encountered wanted a normal human like her dead. She didn’t know why her mother had to sacrifice herself to protect her. All she knew was that she needed to survive. She needed to make it to the Silver Lake pack. Only then would she get the answers that she needed to make sense of the tragic life she lived.

Vincent growled low. "Aye. An alpha's mate is queen of the pack. When I find my queen I'll claim her, make her mine." She didn't realize he'd been slowly backing her up until she hit the wall. His eyes were burning so intensely, fixed on her. How could he look at her like that, as if he worshiped her? "How would you claim her?" she asked breathlessly. Groaning he lowered his head to the crook of her neck, breathing deeply. "My wolf will demand that she submits to me, in every way." His hands ran down her arms, his claws caressing her skin. "If you were my queen your body, your soul, every inch of you would be mine." She tried to calm herself. Just having him close to her like this set her body on fire. "How would I submit?" ********** Vincent Shaw is defeated, half-dead, and broken in more ways than one. A powerful werewolf now in exile Vincent's mistakes haunt his every step. Evelyn the Meek is a sweet little half-ling and a skilled alchemist. With her own tormented past Evelyn risks life and limb to nurse a broken werewolf back from the brink of death. With a scheming mystic in the mix, an army of evil at the gate, and a vengeful mercenary on the hunt - Vincent and Evelyn must overcome all odds and each other.

CAN A SPARK SURVIVE THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA, OR WILL THE DARKNESS FORCE OUT RUINOUS FORMS OF SECRECY? She dove headfirst into the depths; will the truth slip into or right out of her grasp? Princess Enora is a magnet for enviable blessings, one of which seems to come in the form of a merman—a commander of an underwater dominion in Oceanea. Their relationship is passionate and fiery, but something nudges at her, something he’s keeping under lock and key. And this has nothing to do with another merman finding ways to literally stand between them. When a song sets off a chain of events, will their spark burn brighter or extinguish into a cinder? He’s trained to command the sea, but now he’s commanded by a certain lycan royalty… As Mercommander, there is little he cannot sense. The day he sensed her, his breathing hitched, his heart pounded, and his eyes grew a new kind of sharpness, one that threatens to cut through that urchin who stands between them. The need to be close to her never goes away. But this esteemed soldier has secrets under his scales and exposing them is a matter of life and death. He must tread carefully, or risk putting everyone he cares about in danger.

Vivienne Laine doesn’t believe in fairytales, and she certainly doesn’t believe in love. Not after catching her husband in another woman’s arms. The divorce is swift, the fallout brutal, but she walks away with her company, her pride, and an ironclad heart. Then she meets Killian Wolfe. Billionaire. Enigmatic. Dangerously magnetic. What begins as a rivalry in business turns into something far more tangled and treacherous. Because Killian isn’t just a man—he’s something else entirely. And he’s been waiting for her. By the time Vivienne learns the truth, it’s too late. She’s already his.

BOOK ONE of COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with? *** BOOK TWO: The Rogues Who Went Rogue

“I don’t trust women. They are manipulative creatures.” “Even me?” I asked as he pinned my hands above my head and pressed his heated body against mine. “Especially you, Vee. You are my addiction and my weakness.” “You are a monster! I cannot have you as a mate. I, Wren Maddock reject you, Venus Vinley as my mate and Luna. Leave my presence!” Rejected by her mate because of her monstrous wolf and despised by her family, Venus Vinley loses her wolf as a result and the hope of finding a second chance mate is leading her to a new life. However, when her first kiss is stolen by a mysterious stranger, another interesting phase of her life begins. The Alpha of Plum Paradise, the powerful Alpha King, Rhys Lazmo has everything: a rich pack, power, influence, half a dozen mistresses, and a big secret: he has never gotten hard before. He meets the solution to his problem, a young maid, who sparks a desire he has never felt before within him but disappears afterward. When all hope seems lost, the Goddess places them on the same path, determined to make a love story out of the two troubled souls. Although Rhys’ hatred for women threatens to ruin their happiness, he cannot deny the raw want, the all-consuming attraction between them, something no other woman could give him. It is only a matter of time before he lets down his guard and lets love in.

Susan Myers, Suzi, was born with a red birthmark that paints one side of her face and body like a scarlet brand. To her father Rodrigo, she is a curse, something monstrous he never deserved. To the world, she is invisible, kept hidden behind locked doors while her beautiful sister, Elizabeth, is paraded like a prize. To clear his debt to Antonio Costello, Rodrigo arranges a marriage between Elizabeth and Antonio’s son, Maxwell Costello. But when Max mistakes Suzi with Elizabeth, her entire world changes. Even after learning she is not the daughter he was promised, Max insists on marrying her. No bargaining. No pity. Just a quiet, steady certainty that leaves Suzi shaken. She doesn’t understand it. Why would Max choose her, marked and hidden as she is? Max sees what others don’t, and Suzi is about to find out what happens when a girl the world calls unworthy is finally seen by someone who refuses to look away.

She was meant to be a Luna. So swore she’d become an Alpha instead. Born into a powerful Alpha bloodline, Seraphina "Sera" Nightbane spent her life preparing to lead. But in a world where only male Alphas rule, her fate was sealed—an arranged marriage to the ruthless Alpha King. Rather than live out her life in a cage, Sera vanished on the eve of her wedding, disguising herself as a boy to enter Lupine Academy, a brutal training ground for future Alphas. She’s determined to prove herself. That’s when Ronan Volkstane enters the scene. Cold, dominant, and dangerously perceptive, Ronan is a born predator. He sees Seth Blackthorn as a challenge, a rival… even though something about him feels off. He’s determined to uncover the truth, no matter the cost. As tensions ignite and secrets unravel, Sera must fight for her place, her freedom… against the one Alpha who might destroy everything she’s built or claim her completely.

Book Two in the Havermouth Pack Series - The sequel to "The Pack's Secret Keeper" ** Trigger Warnings: Imagine the naughtiest book you've ever read, and the trigger warnings that came with it, and imagine they're written here** The storm will pass... but what the flood waters bring with them, is hungry... Triquetras form when there are times of peril, and more than one alpha might be needed to protect the female and young. The Havermouth Triquetra therefore is both a blessing to the pack and their families, and a harbinger of troubled times to come. Alpha werewolves born to the pack’s elite families, privileged, handsome, and wealthy, Heath Gale, Cameron Edison, and Rhett Salem seem to have it all. However, behind the shine, there are shadows, and in the pack misogyny and intolerance run as deep as the river through Havermouth, influencing every decision that the three make. Hiding that their Triquetra is bi-sexual, and that they are each other’s mates is a necessity, not an option, and they eagerly await the day when their female mate is revealed, and they can openly claim their love for one another. When that mate appears however, she is not what they expected. She is human, intractable, and rebellious – and she does not like them. Or, at least, she does not like all of them. Will the female mate that they’d hoped would save them, tear them apart?

In a city where strength meets loyalty, Aella isn’t just any future leader—she’s the fierce Alpha-in-waiting of the Westland Pack. Raised to be a warrior queen, she’s always been the dutiful daughter, trained in the art of battle and prepared to take the throne. Yet, when her father decides to marry her off to Alpha Roman, the cruel, and mysterious Russian Alpha from an enemy pack, Aella’s spirit rebels. She bolts, and for the first time choosing freedom over anything her father has planned for her. Little does she know Roman has swapped his Alpha crown for a bounty hunter’s disguise. This is an easy feat, seeing as no one knows what he truly looks like. Roman is hot on her heels, dead-set on reclaiming what he deems rightfully his. In Aella’s quest for freedom, love and deception become twisted in a treacherous dance. Two Alphas, two worlds, and a collision course with destiny. Will Aella break free instead of being the final pawn in a deadly endgame? Or will Roman clip this little bird’s wings?

When I was a child, my grandma used to tell me stories. At the time, I never gave them much thought. Thinking they were just that… stories. Growing up, I soon realized that they weren’t lofty fantasies and fairy tales but memories of her past, memories of our ancestors before our world turned to sh*t. You see, what comes from legend, no matter how exaggerated the story becomes, there is always a sliver of truth. You just need to weed out the fiction from fact. My grandmother used to tell me stories of the Chosen One—the one who would save us all. When I was younger, I used to believe that what she said was true. Eventually, someone would be born, just as the Oracle predicted—someone who could save our souls and bind us back to our magic. Once I grew up and saw the world unfolding around me, I no longer believed in salvation. The chosen one seemed to be more of a prayer than reality. Some dream we wanted desperately to come true. Something in which we needed to find hope when there wasn’t any left. When our ancestors turned their backs on us, how were we expected to believe in this so-called salvation? Especially when all we witnessed was death and carnage ever since the great war. Nothing except pain and poverty. I used to believe the stories and used to pray for the mysterious chosen one that would rid our world of its evil. Now, though, I see it for what it really is, just a dream of hope. Some out of reach fairy-tale. A story to create hope. Hope is dangerous; it makes you believe things will get better. I stopped hanging on to hope when I witnessed firsthand that it caused nothing but heartache.

"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."