He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.

Forsaken by the one person who was supposed to love her unconditionally, Red must brave the magic and monsters of the Wylds to find her true place in the world. ***** Plagued by a weak heart, Red is an outcast in the Blood Moon Pack, a tribe of savage wolf-shifters held together by two things: their fanatic worship of the Night Goddess, and the ashwood walls that keep the real monsters out. Everybody must pull their weight. Only the strong are permitted to survive... Hunter Callahan, son of the Blood Moon Alpha, is counted among the strongest. Only Red seems to sense the vulnerability lurking behind his arrogant mask. Only she can understand the compassion underlying his violence; the boy who took a beating as a child to spare a butterfly from having its wings clipped. She saw herself in that butterfly. She sees herself in him. And he can barely stand to look at her. ***** [65-70k words] Best Ranks: 13th in #Werewolf 1st in #paranormalromance, #quest, #goddess and #dragon 2nd in #magic Featured on the 2021 Wattys Shortlist. Previously known as 'Seeing Red' on my alt account which is no longer with us (RIP @HMKRAFT)

After having her heart broken by the boy she'd been in love with her whole life, Brimmy Somell decides to take a little...vacation. Little does she know, it turns out to be much more permanent than she had originally thought. After meeting tall, sexy, and mysterious Marcello Pietro, Brimmy finds herself having to make a life-changing decision and putting herself in a dangerous position she'd never imagined to be in. °•°●°•°●°•°●°•° "I love you." He says with no hesitation. It takes a moment for my hazy mind to catch up. I'm still in a daze, mesmerized by his perfections, and the deep dimple set in his cheek. I blink, "What?" "Don't make me say it again." He says, sounding frustrated, but I catch the hint of embarassment in his voice as he runs his hand through his hair and takes a step back. I grab a hold of the neckline to his shirt and yank him back within close proximity of me. "What if I want you to say it again?" I ask, studying his eyes. "Isn't it enough that I said it once?" He scowls, trying to pull back, but I restrain him from doing so. "Nope. Just say it one more time and I'll be satisfied." I state bravely, feeling a boost of confidence I didn't have earlier. He glances down, then looks back up into my eyes, allowing me to spot the vulnerability and uncertainty he feels. "I love you." He says, putting more strength in his voice than he looks to have. I grin, pulling him in for a kiss, but right before I do, I say the one phrase that will seal my fate, "I love you too, big, bad mafia boss." ••••• The story may be rough but the comment section makes up for it. ••••• Word count: 51,173 ••••• Written and published 2018-2019