Jack Morgan has been a friend of my parents for years. That is until they died when I was fifteen. Jack took me under his wing and for a while, I was very appreciative of him. As I got older, his company became less friendly and more creepy. As a teenager, I recognised the signs of a more romantic attitude towards me. I'm Meredith Brooks and I'm now twenty years old. I'm pregnant with Jack's child. It's not what I wanted but without him, I have nothing. I'm stuck in this unhappy relationship for the sake of my child. But what I don't know is that a certain blonde hair, blue eyed god is coming to my rescue.

(Sequel to HOLLOW) Anastasia never knew her mother. It formed a hole that could never be filled. She could tell that her father was in pain every day without his mate. She didn't want to see him in anymore pain. She wanted to fix the wound only a lost mate could create. She knew that with the powers she possessed, she might be able to do just that. But there was only one problem, she didn't have the proper training. One warlock might be able to help with that.

WARNING: This was written many moons ago. I have decided to put it back up because of a large request from readers. However, I was a kid when I wrote this so take it with a grain of salt. (Like a literal child) Sophia Frost is a cold, charming and secretly sweet woman. However she's a Rogue with no desire to be apart of any pack, not again. See, she used to have a pack, a family but that's all in the past. Now, she doesn't want a Mate. She wants to be alone. She knows she can be safe alone. But when she finds a charming 11 year old boy in the woods, she is drawn to him. He seems innocent and brave, a mix that's hard to come by. When she is suddenly taken to his pack house, it hits her. A scent like no other. A tingle like nothing before. She found her mate. And no it's not the kid.

He just kept smiling while shaking his head. "After you, Snowflake," he said, sweeping his hand, but I only growled at him, thoroughly unamused by the name. "Call me Snowflake one more time--" I started, my voice low, but he seemed unfazed by it. "Your death threats are getting stale, do you not think, love?" He asked, emphasizing the last word with a raised eyebrow. When she took on the dare, the last thing she expected was to be captured like a wild animal and brought to a grand palace belonging to one of the three Gordon boys. She certainly didn't expect to play the part of a Protector or to constantly question her emotions for a pair of arrogant, blue eyes. (First installment of the Gordon series. Kendall Gordon's story.) Cover designer: maejestic Highest Ranking: #1 WEREWOLF/ #2 RANDOM