"He was never supposed to touch her. She was never supposed to want him." Alaina Catalina Navarro was never supposed to touch the mafia's crown prince. The daughter of the Don's most loyal staff, she was trained to obey, to blend in, to never be seen. Graziano Vincenzo-- the Don's heir to hell itself--saw her, and once he did, he couldn't stop. Their love is obsession. Their bond is blood soaked. Their enemies? Closer than they think. One kiss started a war. Now there's no turning back.

When a night of fun leads to being thrust into a reality deemed mythical, Kaitlyn has no choice but to buckle up and enjoy the ride, especially when a man claims to be the father of the child she's carrying. *** Imagine waking up abandoned in a hotel bedroom, the smell of sex loitering the air and bare as the day you were born. No remembrance of the previous night while sporting two small mysterious holes on the side of your neck, a lingering ache distinguishing between your legs. That's how things transpired for Kaitlyn one morning; soreness and exhaustion littering her bones as evidence of her previous affairs. Time flies in the shape of a few weeks and Kaitlyn starts to feel odd. Constant vomiting, sleeping more than usual, sore feet, a drop in appetite - you name it. The first thought that arises is she may have caught a stomach flu. What she couldn't fathom was another being taking place within her womb, developing with each worrying second. This definitely wasn't a planned pregnancy. She's faced with many things exceeding the knowledge of the made-up folklore that mankind has developed over time. Thrown into a world where fictitious creatures reside, how does Kaitlyn cope with the thought of her pregnancy and the fact the man she's tangled in the sheets with is much more than a reckless fling? Misfortune and corresponding events follow Kaitlyn as she's confronted with things that will drive her to question her existence as she's swept into a world that reveals so many mysteries. ° ° ° C O V E R- @Pennywithaney T R A I L E R- @loyallyric ° ° ° ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ® © 2016-2017 by J.L Weaver ° ° ° Highest Rankings || #1 in Vampire (5/2/18) #8 in Fantasy (8/31/18)

If you throw a rogue wolf into a pack, what do you get? Certainly, not a Luna. Kaia Aalish, rogue-born, must outrun the repercussions of her murderous past to become the fated Luna of Caedes, but that does not appear to be her true intention. __________________________________ "You're killing me," I moaned, tugging on his shirt which irritatingly still stood between us. He got the hint. Before I really had time to even acknowledge the sculpted muscle bound to his well-defined body, his shirt was on the floor, and his lips found mine. The kiss was in no way gentle. Lust burned at the tips of our tongues, each of them fighting for dominance over one another. His hands were just beginning to fiddle with the button of my jeans when the door was thrown open. Both of our attentions shot to the door with a now very broken doorknob. Though, that wasn't really what I was interested in. Oh, no. My mind was focused on a very real problem--that I was laying on a bed with a man I had only met maybe three hours ago while, simultaneously, staring into the dark eyes of my mate. Highest Ranking: #4 in Werewolf 6/23/17 Completed: 8/10/2020 © All Rights Reserved 2016

A married writer begins a passionate and destructive affair with a tortured artist, not knowing he has loved her since they met thirteen years ago. ***** Eloise Airens sat as a model for an art class thirteen years ago, where a damaged young artist, Aidan Foley, fell in love with her. For him, she was everything. For her, he was just a face in the crowd. But thirteen years later, Eloise's marriage is struggling and she ends up at Aidan's latest art show in New York. He's immediately drawn to her as he's never gotten over his obsession, and she's drawn to him because despite his pretentious art, only he can make her feel truly alive. Despite trying to save her marriage and stay true to her values, Eloise can't escape the pull of the talented, brooding, yet tortured Aidan Foley. Will she stay with the world she knows, or risk everything? And more importantly, will she do so before Aidan tells her about their strange past? [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

A jolt. A small hitch in the rhythmic beating of my heart. Dèjà vu didn't even begin to describe it. ... My heart stopped, my breath jostled forward, shock rippling through my system. It happened again. For a few precious seconds my mind froze up and, together with my body, went into a complete lockdown. It was the same each time I saw him.

Well, you could stare at a white wall until you were blue in the face, it would never be more than a white wall. The same was true for the master vampire. A vampire was a vampire was a vampire. Period. (Anna Johnson)

... for a moment I thought that everything was back to normal, that I was okay. But then it came crashing down on me. Blood was valuable. Blood was life. The loss of blood had a price. A high one.

They are born in the darkness, and they own it like no one else. Anna Johnson stays clear of vampires. She knows what they are capable of. As a witch of the air she is working for the Circle as a researcher, closing her eyes to that which lies in her past. Until one phone call changes everything.

Right before his 18th birthday, his vampire master Ruth takes notice of Stoic. She begins to toy with him in a game he isn't fully aware of against the contract his father signed him away with when he was 6. Being under the thumb of a master manipulator, he uses ever thing he has, including his blood to try and win his freedom. This book is the second to prized possession but can be read alone. 18+ MATURE ONLY

[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."