Ella spent years behind bars built by wolves who saw her as property. But when a raid shatters her prison, she's forced into the arms of the one she should never trust: an Alpha whose word carries the weight of law and whose eyes see far too much. Bane Rhyker's pack is nothing like the world she escaped-no cages, no chains, no collars. Yet freedom feels just as dangerous when his steady voice and unyielding gaze begin to unravel the walls she built to survive. Torn between the instinct to run and the ache to stay, Ella must learn what it means to fight for her own power in a world ruled by dominance and blood. Because the greatest battle isn't against the monsters who caged her... It's against the part of her that still fears what it means to be free.

Hennesse, who only wanted to live in luxury through swindling and embezzling the unjust wealthy, became greatly troubled when three handsome men suddenly began to cling to her. Elhannes, who would offer her a great amount of golds in exchange for spending every night together. Khairos, who claimed to be the husband that she abandoned. And Devonne, who is desperate to start anew with her. Not knowing what to do with the three stubborn men, Hennesse had no choice but to flee. Refusing to give her up, each of them curried their own plans to conquer her to themselves. __________ #1 adult-content (5/30/22) #1 conman (5/30/22)

Ayn is a witch with healing powers. Shapeshifters have killed her parents and the only animals she cannot speak with are wolves. When she graduates from the Teaching Clan and finds out that she has to cross the River and live in the Wolves' Mountains for one year, she is less than amused. Kari, first-born shapeshifter Alpha, almost lost his wolf after the death of his mate. He could rise again and become the pack leader if only he would complete his training ...and find another suitable Luna. When he realizes that his second chance is his mother's guest, a daydreaming stubborn witch from across the River, he is less than amused. The bond may be a strong force, but can a witch walk the Wolves' Way and face the dangers it is paved with? **** "I need to stop..." I sigh, catching her wrist before her fingers reach the back of my neck, and I untangle her arm from me. She lingers on the recliner but now there is a big gap between our bodies. The warmth she left on my skin is quickly dissipating in the spring night. "Fine." Ayn stands and searches my eyes. Her scowl has my wolf whimper in submission and makes me curse my self-imposed hard line. "I am going to need your hoodie," she orders, stretching her hand out to me. "What?" I exclaim, briefly shocked by both the tone and the content of her words. My hands however are already executing her command, unzipping my jacket. "The last time I was able to sleep, I was covered with your hoodie. Your scent is comforting." She states it plainly as if it would be an obvious and broadly known fact. Like the Earth being round. Like two being a prime number. #1 in Healer - December 2021 #7 in Lycan - December 2022 ~95 000 words Cover photo by Jr Korpa via Unsplash Cover photo by Marc-Olivier Jodoin via Unsplash hi

He was gigantic. The 7'0 monster of a man towered over her, even though he was sitting. Bright cyan eyes gazed down at her unreadably. He gestured with his large fingers for her to come closer. She'd anxiously waddle up to him. His bare chest was on full display. Long, complex tattoos covered his right peck and entire arm. A language she didn't understand was written all along it. She was squeezing her thighs together and studying his manly appearance like a whimpering dog in heat. She could only squeal when he settled his hands on her hips and hauled her onto his lap. ------------------------ Suffering from severe amnesia, a woman wakes up cold and alone in a forest. She doesn't know where she is, how she got here, or who she even is. She's fortunate that a nearby community finds her and takes her in, where she meets a silent and... clingy... brute.

Tank's never felt love before. He hasn't ever felt comfortable enough to. That is until he meets Hazel Martinez, the kindergarten teacher who isn't afraid to tell him no. He's been in the Devil's Rose MC but has never encountered someone who throws him for a loop the way she does. Hazel's new to town, but she already knows this is the place she wants to stay. After her past relationship failed, she's been scared to try again. But when she runs into Tank, her whole world changes. One thing she didn't realize when she moved to Westmoor is just how much contact she was about to get with the Devil's Rose MC.

In a world where drama's the norm, one simple line flips my world: "I want you to be my first." Crazy how such a small thing can shake up everything. Alamea's a trip - part rival, part buddy. We've got this love-hate thing going on that keeps life interesting. Even with all the ups and downs, I'm the one guy she trusts outside her family circle. And yeah, I'm your typical bad boy, more into my bike and mafia ambitions than settling down. But guess what? Love sneaks up on me, and it's the last person I'd expect.

(Can be read as a standalone.) I was a hopeless romantic from a young age but when I watched my father strike a deal with his friend in the most desperate of times, all my dreams came shattering down. My fate was sealed with just a few words. My future wife decided. For the next eighteen years, while our parents waited for her to grow up, I spent my time strategising to break off the deal and cursing her for being a thorn in my dreams. But you can't just refuse a mafia princess especially when the deal has already been done and dusted. Feisty, talkative, pizza lover, spoiled. A complete opposite of me. I had a clear line of reasons as to why I despised her then why did I end up losing my heart to her?

••Complete•• ||Monaro Family: book 3|| •Leo• I've been in the army since I turned 18. I'm now 24. Being a soldier is all I know. Currently, I'm home after I got injured on duty. And I'm slightly dreading going back. I need a break. I need to get to know myself outside of the army. •Josie• I graduated nursing school this year. I was on top of my class and I immediately landed a job at a prestigious hospital. I'm proud of myself. After being focused on my studies my whole life, it's finally time to let loose and have fun at life. And who knows, maybe love is in store for me. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• •Dual pov ••Spin-off sequel to First Choice (and Wild Love). Can be read as a stand-alone but highly recommend reading the other two books in this series. (Book1: Wild Love, book2: First Choice) •••This story starts 3 years after the last chapter of First Choice! ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Highest rankings #1 nurse #1 Miami #1 friendstolovers

(Can be read as a standalone.) My parents are hell bent on getting me married, convinced that a wife will magically "fix" me. As a mafia leader, idle talks and constant affection makes no sense to me. Never had and never will. Thanks to some dumb rule and my parents' constant nagging, I settle down with the girl of their choice. Irene's the type of girl I would never give a second glance to, the type I would deem average looking. And that's just not it. She's a chatter box who can't survive without physical affection. A complete opposite of me. I never had a need for a wife but with every innocent touch, every stupid smile, every word of hers my walls break down until I am left yearning for her with an intensity I can't even comprehend.

FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.