~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A physical jolt leaps of the tips of his fingers, racing down my chest and embedding themselves like ribbons wrapping around my heart. "What are you doing to me?" I try to breathe. "I need to kiss you." He rumbles like there's a strained growl stuck inside his chest. He wants to kiss me? Do I want to kiss him? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A girl with a difficult past involving an abusive ex tries to escape the life of the big city to follow her dreams of living with nature in a little town with some big personalities. She has sworn off men and any form of a romantic relationship with one as she still suffers from the scars left by her previous partner. But when arriving in the little town where she is to start her new job and life comes crashing into a destiny she never knew even existed for her. Will she trust in the fate set for her or flee in fear because of the shadows of her painful past. Maple Mate By Lunaglare

Mature retelling of beauty and the beast, with reference to many other fairytales This story contains mature themes.

It happened every month; on every second Sunday, at exactly 11:59 P.M. the screams would start, echoing around the world like a dreadful reminder. Anyone, human or not, who heard the screams of pain and terror would know that once again, The Event had started. Routines were the same everywhere. Mothers would usher their children into their homes, whether big or small, while fathers and father figures alike would silently protect and pray; pray that The Even never hit their towns or came near their families. Children under twelve years of age would be left curious, once again wondering about what had caused the shrill screams and why. If above the age of twelve, children would join their fathers in praying silently in their hearts; for they knew the consequences of The Event. But there was always one category of people that prayed the most, hoped the hardest, and worried constantly. During The Event, one could often find females, between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one sitting in corners, surrounded by those who would give their lives to protect them. Tears would be rolling down their cheeks as even their screwed shut eyes leaked them. Most would bite their lip in order to contain sobs, so hard that often, there were also small, thin streams of the dark liquid tumbling down their chins. The terror they felt, naked and strong on their faces, made it hard for anyone to lay their eyes on the females during The Event. They had everything to fear, because they were the ones being hunted. It happened every month; on every second Sunday, at exactly 11:59 P.M. the screams would start. And then, at precisely midnight, the screams would silence immediately, letting the world know that The Event was over for the moment. Everyone knew that, somewhere, a girl between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one had been taken, and would never be seen again in history. This time, that unlucky girl just happened to be me.

She was the omega of her pack. Her parents (the previous alpha and Luna) were killed by werewolf hunters when she was only 2 days old. They hadn't even named her yet. So the pack called her Baby, and it stuck. Her mother and father had no other family, so the next alpha was the beta (her father's best friend). When the beta passed away his son, Kyle, became alpha. Kyle has always been envious of Baby, when she found her mate she was supposed to either start a new pack with her mate as alpha and Luna or take the title from Kyle and stay in her current pack. Alpha Kyle couldn't have that... so he made her the pack punching bag. She was the lowest ranking member of the pack. The trauma caused her to age regress. She is 18 years old with the mentality of a child. What happens when her mate is another alpha... of a rogue pack?

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

BOOK ONE IN THE MOON TRILOGY ☆~☆~☆ An ordinary bus tour turns into a living nightmare after a group of tourists, ensnared within the infamous Black Woods of Lycanthrope, are clumsily slaughtered one after the other by mysterious beasts with a disguised primary intent; Her. However, there is one among them who might be connected to the killings, but will they be the only survivor to witness it all? ☆~☆~☆ Highest Ranks: #27 in Horror #456 in Werewolf ☆~☆~☆ Cover by @clairetie Do not duplicate under any means. Copyright © 2019. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

"Talk of the Town" Watty winner! Gianna is a Seer : blessed with visions and dreams from the Moon Goddess. Alpha Gabel intends to be the first Alpha King in five hundred years, and his ruthless cruelty and ambition are without limit. Gianna and their Bond are his toy, nothing more. Taken against her will, Marked without consent, and forced to play Gabel's cruel games, Gianna vows to be the one soul that Gabel never conquers. /** This is a short sample of a published book. The full book is for sale world-wide at Amazon, iTunes, Kobo, or Barnes & Noble. :) **/