When Jay, a teenage werewolf runs across an old abandoned house. He isnt sure what he will find. Seeing something inside that he knows now belongs to him. How can he get her out? He has to earn her trust. He has to make her see that he is nothing without her. But the person holding her captive knows that she is a special kind of person. He wont let her go. He will do what ever it takes to keep her right where she is. and if that means killing everything and everyone she loves then so be it. She is his and no one will stand in his way.

Libby Ashford is finally free of her living nightmare. On the run from her father, she and her mother move to a new town to start fresh and forget their past. Easier said than done. Starting at her new school, Libby already runs into trouble when she feels an intense connection to the school's resident bad boy. Nicholas St.Claire runs not only the school, but the largest pack in North America. Thrown together by the plans of fate, it isn't long before they're both wrapped up in lies as Libby's past comes back to haunt her. This time though, she has something she didn't have before. Nick. THIS BOOK IS NOW AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1005651

When you have a horrible life you always expect things to go wrong. Angel always pictured her life being bad in general, with a alcoholic verbally abusive mother an absent father and her small town thinking she was scum underneath their shoe, she thought she was doomed to be be unhappy. But after a new family moves to town Angel only learns that life is very unpredictable. And with evil lurking around the corner can she and her new love interest make it out without Baring scars?

Jamie had always had a rough time with people. Her family, her friends, her teachers...just...everyone. Yet coming home after a long day at school will not only cause problems with people-she will have big issues with vampires...along with the rest of those immortals. Whoopidiflippin'do. Let her life begin.

"Your my mate." he whispers. I stare at him in shock. There's only one thing I can think of to say. "How long have you known?" I growl. "Six months." he answers. I stop breathing. He's known for six fucking months and he didn't tell me. What's worse is he's still been screwing other girls. So that mean....