In the months since escaping an abusive relationship, Alice has sought peace living in the wilderness with Colton, her mysterious lover who shifts from man to wolf at will. There in the shadows of the woods, she hopes to lick her wounds and rebuild her life. But ghosts have a way of stirring from their graves, and Alice is about to learn that one can never hide from the past for long. Sometimes, the past can come back to life, and when it does, it has teeth sharper than any wolf's... Wolf's Bane is an erotic romance and the sequel to Wolf's Wife.

Matelynn Jones, or as she likes to be called, Lynn is the only person to ever survive being kidnapped by Jerome Linus Clade. He is now where he belongs, but that doesn't change the scars that she has physically or mentally after the experience. Tired of being the New Haven Survivor, she convinces her parents to move to a new town for her senior year. Lynn wants a fresh start, but when she meets Jackson Lake she doesn't know what to do. Jackson Lake is in line to be the next alpha of the White Lake Pack. He's been waiting for his mate for two years now and hasn't given up hope. One day at school will change his life when the new girl comes. Jackson is no longer waiting. He's found his Luna, but will he be able to tell her what he is or who she is?

"Rockabye? By Clean Bandit?" "ARGH! What the heck? Who's that?" "I'm not telling." "What are you doing in here?" "This is a public restroom." "I know that! But what's a guy doing in here?"

Briella had fallen in love with a coffee barista at a cafe she frequented; she didn't think he'd ever notice a shy girl like her.

FREE STORY WITH EXCLUSIVE CONTENT. This is *not* a Paid Story. Eighteen-year-old hockey prodigy Elliot Wexler has three goals for senior year. One: somehow graduate with a 3.5 GPA. Two: hide his bipolar disorder from his peers. And three: make it into the NHL with no scandals. Piece of cake. What he doesn't expect is to find Lucy, a homeless girl, hiding from the winter frost in his dad's shed. Elliot's busy, complicated life doesn't permit room for error, and falling in love with a girl from a totally different world sounds like the opposite of a good idea. But Elliot can't help but be drawn to Lucy and her elusive ways--even when she seems to vanish from his life non-stop, each time leaving him with a bigger hole in his heart. But Elliot is determined to break down Lucy's barriers. And when he does, he discovers that her life is more complicated--and dangerous--than he could have imagined. With drafting season approaching, and Elliot's fragile mental health deteriorating, he's forced to face a difficult question: Is first love supposed to hurt so much? *** PLEASE DO NOT ADD THIS STORY TO GOODREADS.

Antoinette feels as though she goes back in time when she visits Eumoiriety Island, for her grandfathers funeral. From the moment she stepped off the boat she knew this place was unlike any other. Hoopskirts, and horse drawn carriages. Eumoiriety Island was a place of peace, happiness, Innocence, and purity. A place founded for people to live as they pleased, despite the governments around the world. So how does an American girl feel? Coming from the land of the free, to realize she was never free at all?

This girl has a killer reflection...

**Copyrighted** *Sequel to I Am Who* *Book 3* "I told you not to protect me! I told you not to get hurt!" I exploded, whirling to face him. "You should have listened to me. You promi-" My word cut off as he fairly launched himself out of his seat, closing the distance between us in two, large steps. His hands cupped my cheeks, and his lips captured mine. There was a roughness in the action, and I stood for a brief moment in shock at what was happening. The need in his touch, however, elicited an instinctive response within me. I kissed him back, my hands forming fists at my sides wary of his many injuries. Tears welled beneath my lids at the pain he was undergoing for me. Again. And then His hands slid down my sides, pushing my arms up to rest on his shoulders as he closed the remaining space between us. All thoughts except him fled from my mind, and I clutched at him with all the varied emotions swirling through me as a guide. For some reason neither of us could explain, we'd held ourselves back for all this time. There had always been something getting in the way, and besides that, both of us had been so emotionally broken, we'd almost been too scared to reach out and take hold of one another for fear the dream we were experiencing would dissipate if we tried. The separation had pushed us further apart, too, and I had thought...well, I had foolishly thought I was smart and that I knew so much about what he was feeling, but that wasn't the case at all, because here he was: holding me as if I was the only thing keeping him alive. Whatever came, I wanted to be with him. I was done letting go and running away.