"Don't tell me you're not mine, Scarlett. I'm yours and you're mine, sugar. All mine. So go finish your shift quickly because I'm taking you home to pay for your shit tonight and the longer you make me wait, the more creative I get with what I'm going to do with you." Scarlett Peters just moved into an apartment above a bar, owned by a man who's practically her family. She planned to escape the mess of her life and an abusive ex, having swore off men. But plans don't go so well when she meets a regular at the bar and former marine, Ryker. He's chaos and dangerous, wrapped up in an irresistible package. Ryker has never been one to settle down or be with a girl more than once. But there's something irresistible about his friend's niece he just can't stay away from, especially not when he finds out her abusive ex is still bothering her. This is a sample only, full book available on Patreon through the link in my bio

It has been nine years since Lyra discovered Grigore; her Weaver and guardian of the living magic nestled in her body. Nine years since she doggedly followed him through hell and death, determined to not let him slip out of her grasp and shake free his denial. Nine years since he accepted her. Rumours are spreading that a Lord is hunting Sources; his lands plagued by famine and madness. As Lyra dreams of two women begging her to save them, she finds herself inexplicably pulled to the cursed lord and his haunted lands. Despite the dangers, Lyra and Grigore dive into the chaos, unaware that their abilities as a hunting pair and as lovers was going to be put to the test. Volume Two of the Dark Folktales. This is a horror, erotic romance, with monster-of-the-week vibes, such as Buffy, Supernatural, Witcher, Claymore, and Van Helsing. (I'm a massive fan of the monster hunting genre.) Back in 2014 I finished writing the original story, The Weaver's Source, and I am re-opening the world again as I feel I have a story worth telling. The Coven's Source is set nine years after the original ends, is a single story arc rather than many small ones. This will show the hunter I always envisioned Lyra to be but didn't have the opportunity to show. Author's note - Please be mindful of what you're saying when commenting. I'm happy with helpful criticism, spelling/grammar pointers, questions or simple chatter. However, a tirade of needless, unhelpful complaints and just outright rude commentary is not welcome. My stories are terrible first drafts, they're going to be riddled with issues, so just politely highlight if you feel there's a problem. I'll listen and likely take on board the criticism. And if you're not enjoying it, that's fine, just move on and thank you for giving it a shot.

Lyra has been waiting for her Weaver to find her for years, unable to leave the safety of her home and only connected to him through passionate dreams - remembering nothing about him apart from his wild, sensual song. When the lone Weaver Grigore finally sweeps into her life, she finds herself instantly drawn to him, instantly recognising him as the man she had dreamt of for years. However, Lyra quickly runs into problems. Not only does he fail to recognise her but he's nothing like she imagined; cold, stubborn and determined to keep himself away from her. Rejected but determined to keep him safe as her magic whispers of his death, she follows him through danger and blood as he stalks his own hunt, desperate to shake the hooks that keeps pulling him back to her. First Volume of the Dark Folktales. This is a horror, erotic romance, with monster-of-the-week vibes, such as Buffy, Supernatural, Witcher, Claymore, and Van Helsing. (I'm a massive fan of the monster hunting genre.) Written from Sep 2011 until April 2014. This was the very first adult romance I'd written and has a plethora of problems. Despite this, I won't do further editing as I'm putting my efforts into a full re-write. Author's note - Please be mindful of what you're saying when commenting. I'm happy with helpful criticism, spelling/grammar pointers, questions or simple chatter. However, a tirade of needless, unhelpful complaints and just outright rude commentary is not welcome. My stories are terrible first drafts, they're going to be riddled with issues, so just politely highlight if you feel there's a problem. I'll listen and likely take on board the criticism. And if you're not enjoying it, that's fine, just move on and thank you for giving it a shot. The cover is my own art; sketched 2017. Mibba version which contains the original unedited draft: http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/394326/The-Weavers-Source/