〰"You were a fool to ever believe in me."〰 Kaylee Williams has spent the past few years of her life on the run from her psychotic parents, never settling down or staying in one place for too long. That all changed when she saw on the news that a plane had gone down with both of her parents inside of it. Despite being packed full of doubt and trust issues, she finds her world shifting as she moves in with her aunt who lives in the small town of Ashford, Connecticut. With a couple of new friends and a frustrating boy who seems to think that he owns her, she finally starts to feel something that she hasn't felt in years. A sense of security. But when her past pops back into her present, she is reminded that normality is not for her and that she's not nearly as safe as she thought. And she may never be. 〰〰〰〰〰 A glimpse into Kaylee's past: "I found out I was adopted when I was 8. It never really bothered me though. My parents were still my parents to me and they were still the ones who raised me. I still loved them, and they still loved me. They could be a bit detached and unemotional sometimes, but they were never ones for affection. They started training me when I was 10. They didn't tell me what for, until I was 12 and they introduced me to the world of werewolves. And werewolf hunters. The latter category is what my family fell under. So imagine the irony when on my sixteenth birthday I sprout a pair of fangs and a tail. And also gain the good fortune of my parents trying to kill me. Yeah, happy sweet sixteen to me."

Book One in the TPoE series Arabella Rose is sixteen and has lived with her aunt and cousin for most of her life. She had been told that her parents had died when she was young. When her aunt leaves to visit her friend in hospital Arabella's whole life turns upside down. After being kidnapped by three amazingly good-looking boys, Arabella realises she isn't normal. When they ask her to freeze the glass of water on the table in front of her she thinks they're crazy; people cant do that, right? But what if she was wrong? What if everything she has ever been told was a lie and the only thing that she could rely on were the bedtime stories she was once told as a little girl? Highest rank: 5th in fantasy

"Now you listen, little red. You are mine. You belong to me! You are not leaving my side. I have waited too long for you and now that I have you, I'm not letting you slip through my fingers. Understood?" He growled. I smirked. "Over my undead body." *Currently Editing*