Amanda London

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.

"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."

“I, Lucas Gray, Alpha of the Dark moon pack, denounce Sophia Roman as a member of this pack!” *** Sophia was denounced by her pack for shifting four years after she was supposed to. Sophia thought that it was the end of her life not knowing it was the beginning of a great adventure. Two days after she became a rogue, she was attacked by older rogues but was saved by the members of The Sky Blue pack. The second biggest wolf pack in the whole world. She was kept under watch until their Alphas returned. Sophia was taken to the Alphas where it is realized that she was mated to both Alphas. Sophia ran away thinking they would reject her after all she was just an omega and a rogue. But to her surprise, they didn’t only accept but promise to take revenge on her old pack for what they did to her.

"Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her d*mn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his *ss, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. S*x. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go."