How do you fight the Moon? The King has fallen to a God. The world is gathering, surrounding the Northern hemisphere on all side, crushing, strangling the land in a tight noose. All they demand is Charlie's head. The female Alpha born from two alphas. The first of her kind. Charlie's mother Victoria was the first female Alpha, who has created the way, has walked the path first for her daughter to follow with ease behind her. Through teeth and claw the Northern Hemisphere was a sanctuary for Charlie to be raised on. Now, it's become the center for the Moon's army to face the sharpened weapons of Charlie's army. The great spread of old has returned to the meeting place where the final battle will occur. Trades will be made, sides picked, and the blood-red path will be walked until only the One remains. There can only be One. The Moon intends to keep her position while Charlie fights the fight for the Wilds, who have been severed from their souls at death. Punished to wander the world as ghosts without their halves. She fights the true fight for the Wilds, who can't fight for themselves. Charlie needs to understand who she has come from and who she can become. Charlie needs to understand how to bleed and how to bleed well. She needs to become a God-eater. Welcome to the second half of Odin's Prize.

2016 Watty Award Winner for Most VORACIOUS Read Sample only. This book is PUBLISHED! How do you tell yourself not to breathe? He is my mate, and she is his everything. But he chose her, against every single instinct that we both know. For that, I have been whipped, shunned, shamed, disgraced, and broken. All for one moment of madness, I could not control. After two years, I left, unable to bear the pain and loneliness anymore. That was then. This is now. I am back, and I am not the juvenile I was. I am now a fully grown female. I feel his eyes on me, but I can't. I won't. I shouldn't. Time has healed my wounds, but not the deep scars the whip seared into my flesh or his indifference to my heart. Each breath is a pain, and his scent overwhelms me. But I can smell her in it. He still will not give her up, despite his own body crawling with a deep, physical desire that only a mate can satisfy. I breathe: I exist, barely. I am a midwife. I bring life into a cruel world that haunts me every day, and the Doctor I work with is the only one in this pack who holds faith in me. He is the one person who stands up for me - and I feel light again when I am with him. What kind of life is this when two mates cannot be together, yet every part of their primal soul yearns for it infinitely? What kind of cruel moon would torture a she-wolf like this? I can't go on, but I must. Whatever happens, I must attend to my purpose and give my miserable life some meaning; perhaps I can snatch some joy in pieces, but now I see that he needs me - but he also wants her too. How do you tell yourself not to breathe?

SAMPLE ONLY. This book is PUBLISHED! Cassius Denver Valentine lost his mate. . . Now he thinks he's a monster. I just think he's broken. There's old blood on his hands and despite his efforts, it sticks to him like a second skin. I see the blood, but more so. . .I see him. And for some reason, he doesn't hide from me. I want to kiss his scraped-up knuckles. I want to tell him that he doesn't have to keep suffering. He's already bled enough. Problem is, when you love someone so fiercely, you also run the risk of being burned to ashes. Let the unraveling begin.

This story is now on hold. The clock ticks... Ember has always had a special ability to tell the future. She is a Spirit Talker who lives a simple life with her family until one fateful night she becomes a Bitten. A danger to her family and those she loves the most, she can no longer stay in the only home she has ever known. Seeking shelter with those that harbor their own Madness inside themselves they form their special community that is tied deeply to the phases of the moon. There is only one rule that governs the lives of the Bitten, never bite, only kill.

At the age of 13 she found her mate. A wolf who was not quite a wolf and a man not quite grown. He was her mate but she was not his. She was too young, too scarred, too innocent, too broken. At the age of 16 she was a woman and he a man, a wolf but she was not enough. His hackles had risen and he was prowling, hunting on other prey while his butterfly learnt to spread her wings. At the age of 23 she was changing, she was a woman in her own right. A beautiful butterfly with wings that spun wide in colours of splendour and he was still a wolf. A wolf who had missed his butterfly take flight. A story about strength, growth and self-love. This book is a standalone but is best understood when Capture is read first.

Tatum had done her best to survive. Kicked out of Haven and sent down to downworld, she had been forced to survive in a way that no one should ever have to live. But Tatum was a survivor and she made the most of her life on downworld, becoming the top earner, making enough marks to keep her off her back and away from the males that only want her for her body. That is until she is rejected. She is thrown into a new position in life, surviving like always but fighting in a different way as she finds herself hardened to males and mates. Cast off by her own mate she isn't expecting a sinfully attractive male to set his eyes on her and take no prisoners as he does his best to pull her into his world of decadence and pleasure. Tatum is torn between her soul and her heart and the what ifs that rage in her brain. But she knows very well that life and love are never what they seem and above all that she has been given a choice she had never been given before.