TBC

SHE IS DIFFERENT... Sophia owes her life to none but one man: Marcus Durley. After saving her from hell, he took her to Rock'oles, the most affluent and sophisticated brothel in the Town, where women are given more freedom, a far cry from the brothel slum Marcus rescued her from. But unlike the others, her role is not to service men in bed, instead, she serves them to serve Marcus. She does what Marcus wants for she knows of his secrets and shares his pains. He has always been the only true man in her life. A PLAN... Marcus is part of the illegal slave trade in the Town and Sophia is helping him achieve his true goals with loyalty and trust. The Town Guards, particularly Ralph Everard, has been making things difficult. But Marcus has a plan and Sophia is a willing participant. UNTIL HE CAME ALONG... Nicholas has always been curious about the mysterious woman behind one of the most wanted chambers inside Rock'oles and he is not the only one who tried to get an invite and failed. The woman only allows entry to selected gentlemen, men who make his Town Guard brother, Ralph, raise a brow in suspicion. Nicholas is urged to court an invite into the mysterious woman's chamber with the belief that she is the key to solving the slavery case. And as if by some miracle she welcomes him into her dark, quiet world. He is there to spy on her, but the more he learns of her secrets, the more he discovers things that put his playful, tender, and seductive reputation to its greatest test thus far. Still set in the fictional place of the Town, this sixth book in the Everard Family series follows two people determined to protect those they value most. And in their quest to help those they love to escape failure, they find themselves a victim of their own plans and of the undeniable passion and love that will never ebb even after the certain tragedy of which they are heading to. (This story is a title in the Everard Family series.)

They thought life might return to normal. They were wrong. After putting a stop to Elise's genocidal plans to exterminate humans with the wolf gene, the Alliance thought they were done with the Unum Sandalf Alpha. However, odd animal attacks and bizarre creature sightings point to Elise's return. Now with the CDC and a secret government department aware of genetic differences in some humans, they must find Elise before the entire werewolf community is exposed. However, as they get closer to tracking down the elusive Elise, things aren't quite as they seem, and the team is confronted by hybrid creatures' which are not quite human-and not quite wolf. Can the team stop Elise before their race is exposed and humans discover they are not the only ones at the top of the evolutionary scale?

THE BANDIT She merely meant to steal and get away with it. She did not mean to find a dying woman and be chased for it. She merely meant to help. She did not mean to be dressed in a gown and be a target for murder. THE GUARD He was tasked to chase them. He was not expected to work with them. He merely meant to pay for an oddly professional service. He was not expecting it to be complicated and sexually dangerous. (This story is a title in the Everard Family series.)

When negotiated marriage turned out to be more than that... Just a little tiny sneak peek: Declan seemed to have trouble expressing himself. I was glad he managed to show his real feelings to me. I pulled Declan to me and wrapped my arms around his waist. He returned the hug; his breath tickled the side of my cheek, "Thea..." "I know," I breathed, "I know," I felt the wedding ring sitting on my finger. I wasn't ashamed to admit that I was falling hard for Declan. ____________ I groaned when she grind her lower part on my hard-on. She smiled when I response. "Thea, that isn't fair," "What's fair?" She retorted, kissing down my neck and I let out a satisfied groan, "Alright alright. You win, he stays!" I was going to bring it further but she pulled back and jumped away from me with a teasing smile, "What should we name him?" I glared at Thea, "Tease. Name him Tease,"

Angelica Dalton never took up running and she doesn't like it when she has to run on high heels to save her life. She hates it when her dress gets ruined after getting kidnapped. But she just has to deal with it if she wants to stay alive. And she has to deal with Henry Bell, the man who calls himself her guardian and keeps too many secrets. What will the lovely Angelica Dalton do? Will she run, fight...or fall in love? Action mixed with humor and love gives His Lovely Ward, especially Angelica Dalton, its unique taste.

One drunken day, Cassandra gets the proposal she can never refuse from the arrogant Philip Strindberg. Thrown into a marriage she never wanted in the first place, Cassandra will struggle on how to maintain her carefree attitude while trying to keep her cool whenever she is around her husband. Pranks, adventure, chores, and secrets will test their transient marriage. In the end, will there be a chance for their transient charade to become permanent?

Leof was gone. I wanted to scream again at the thought. My Leof was dead, laid out in the shrine where I'd left him just before dawn. It hadn't taken an army to kill him, all it had taken was one wolf, one man whom he'd shown mercy to. Fenrir had done his job just as predicted, and I'd lost the only thing that mattered to me, the only thing that had kept me sane after the truth of my past was revealed. Conn was my strength, my heart, the very best parts of me and I'd never see him again. Once his body was given to the sun and his echo vanished I'd never hear him say the three words that were my reason to exist. I love you. I love you. I love you... But I'm not ready to let be alone. I'm not ready for goodbye. Condemning my Leof to Valhalla is something I can't do, but what if there's no way to bring him back? Can I just fade away? Slip into the coma and forget everything? Would it be fair to when the cohort needs me to protect them from Osier, from the Bloodied Hand, and from our ever increasing number of enemies?

TBC

Let me tell you what it was to be made vampire. It wasn't birth. Birth implies pushing, tearing forth into the light, screaming. Becoming immortal was to be pulled, to be tugged irrevocably into darkness, and it was silent. I should have fought, any person should fight, but my mind had been filled with a hazy calm which forbade any battle. Struggling had been the last thing on my mind, even when my bus arrived and my assailant waved it on, dismissing my last hope of escape. Yet my lack of rebellion was far from the most unsettling part of the stranger's control over me. The truth was that the man could've asked anything of me and I would've complied, but he didn't need to vocalise his request. I knew instinctively what he wanted. I sighed and surrendered myself as he held me against his front in a lover's embrace, tipping my head and willingly giving him access to my throat. "One day you'll understand," he whispered, his tone subdued. I've often wondered since if he was really talking to me. Perhaps he'd been talking to himself, persuading himself that one day I'd know and accept his reasons for what he'd planned for me. I wouldn't. I couldn't. Because when my fangs came in, my world altered irrevocably. It became somewhere dark, somewhere filled with murder and blood, where magic was sinister and where even my closest ally seemed more like an enemy... Even if he did make my heart skip a beat. VAMPIRE/PARANORMAL/URBAN FANTASY