Haven is an over-achieving beautiful seventeen year old riddled with a sad past and bizarre dreams. Her life is well planned out thanks to a successful wealthy upbringing, until the day she mindlessly gives shelter to a large white wolf inside her home during a fierce storm. Suddenly strange things begin to occur in and around her life and her future isn't planning out like she had hoped. Haven soon finds herself embroiled in a supernatural world when arrogant newcomer Jake appears and Haven's raw emotions are brought to dangerous surfaces.

> She was never meant to be seen. But now he won't look away. Born from a forbidden affair and hidden behind mansion walls, Lya Ivanova lives like a ghost-an illegitimate daughter no one claims, with a dead mother and a half-sister who wants her destroyed. She has survived the silence. The scorn. The blame. But she won't survive him. Enter Volkov Alexandrovich Bogdanov - heir to the Bratva, feared strategist, and ruthless killer. When he arrives at her father's estate for a simple business deal, he doesn't even notice her. Not at first. But when her name surfaces where it shouldn't- When her existence disrupts a perfect power play- His curiosity turns to control. His glance becomes fixation. And obsession... demands a price. Now Lya is trapped in a game she never chose, between blood feuds, brutal punishments, and a man who doesn't understand love-only possession.

"Fate is tricky and her time is limited. She can love without reason, and forgive without thought - that is her curse and her gift. Be that as it may, the wolf will remain by Red Riding Hood's side for all eternity, for she is a lady, and he, a monster." - Aleksandra Volkov. Van Volkov was born with a curse, a demon that lives inside of his mind, and a promise to protect. Having lived his entire life for the sake of others, he has created a steel wall that surrounds himself - impenetrable, just like his heart. Revered as a God by humans and a murderer by his own kind, he lives in secrecy, letting few humans know that he is one of four pure lycan's left in the humans world. That all changes when he rescues a human child after her family are killed by rogue shifters. Vowing never to acknowledge her existence or his rare act of kindness, he struggles with the fact that she could be the key to breaking down his steel walls and unlocking his buried humanity. But how do you find your humanity when you're not really human at all? Aira Blight was six years old when she witnessed her entire family's death. Taken in by a doctor and his kind wife, Aira slowly but surely recovers from the trauma. As she grows, Aira is supported financially and academically by a supposed stranger, but she knows her saviour is watching over her, and her one wish is to help her cold and angry hero feel compassion and love - the same sort of compassion and love he has shown Aira her entire life - although he may not know it. ----- Published December 15th, 2016. Available on Amazon in Kindle and Paperback. 60% of the Sample Manuscript Available

Led by whispers, bound by madness It's not frightening to take a life, but what is terrifying is the power to change it completely. Forced by my parents and haunted by my actions, I never expected my life to take such a turn. But here I am, confined within the walls of the Grimstone Asylum, a facility for the mentally ill. Among them is he, the Mad Alpha, a legend wrapped in tragedy, trapped here for over a decade. They say he's insane, a danger to all, and they keep him hidden, lost in a haze of tranquilizers and wolfsbane. But what if the madness they claim is merely a facade? I've to know, for my own sake. [weekly updates]

She was a mistake. Something that should've been killed at birth, yet her kin spared her. But mercy isn't always the kindest gift to bestow upon one. Eden was a child born in the depths of night, her arrival lit by no moon, the worst omen in her culture. After the untimely death of her parents, she was sent to reside within her aunt's northern territory. There she will face the hardships of a false born wolf and learn what it means to be true with herself. Lessons will be taught, blood will be spilled, and lives will forever be altered. Mature scenes - viewer discretion advised.

She's his prize, his beautiful, flawless prize. She's his trophy, a girl he stole from the world. He holds her captive in the harsh shadows of the basement and tortures her. He loves her, charishes her every breath and lives off her every scream. Her pain feeds his bloodthirsty hunger. Ella Miller underestimated how fradgile her blissful life was. She threw it away on alcohol and wild parties. It comes crashing down around her when she's kidnapped and held prisinor by Rick, a quiet man that had stood in the background of her life, just watching. He tortures her while the outside world searches blindly. Her frail ray of hope may be the teenage boy sneaking her food and water behind the back of his violent father, her captor. To protect the girl he loves he must betray the only family he has and sacrifice his freedom.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

"I've been watching you, waiting for you, and wanting you for so long. Now I have a chance. A chance to love you, hold you, and be with you. A chance for us to spend the rest of our lives together. A chance to make you mine." - Ian Hunt Not a typical love story, but a twisted love story. Not a Vampire story. Also Rated R for strong language and sexual content. This is the un-edited version so it has mistakes. I posted the edited version but if you still choose to read this then please do your best. Again, thanks for reading and enjoy MYM! :) Copyright All Rights Reserved 2013

It's been six years since werewolves revealed themselves to the world, five since they took over every aspect of the government and asserted their dominance over humans, and four since Juniper's dad was murdered by a werewolf coming home from work. Forced to drop out of college to go into the human workforce and be the "guardian" of her younger half-sister, Juniper Olden has no illusions about werewolves. They are monsters, monsters that can burn in hell for all she cares. But when she comes face to face with what she hates the most she must make a choice. Which fate does she fear more, death or that of a werewolf's mate?

They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace