Cliché /klēˈSHā/ a very predictable or unoriginal thing or person. Cliches. They're everywhere. Hated by everyone. But no one hates them more than Pandora Joyner. She grew up reading those horrible bad boy/good girl cliché ridden books and, boy, was she tired of them. She had despised the thought that she could ever be basic and predictable. Since then, she had tried her absolute best to avoid those kinds of situations. Little did she know that literally the most predictable thing would basically be dropped on her doorstep. Kane Castro was the name and being the new bad boy/player two houses down was his game. Him and his stupid cliché tendencies came and caused her foundation she had worked so many years on come crashing down right in front of her. Oh how Pandora loathed clichés. #1 Diverse 1/20/19 #9 Interracial 4/6/19

In a world of monsters and gods, the Lupus Deus is the one being no one wants among them, especially not the gods that wronged him. Vivian Grey is as average as any werewolf comes, or at least that's what she believes growing up until she is confronted with the fact that her mate is the monster she heard stories about growing up. It doesn't take her long to realize that he is as cruel as whispered, as unfeeling as he is complex, and far more monstrous than believed. When push comes to shove she'll have to learn to navigate her own strength or risk being drowned in his. As a war between her mate and the gods that made him take place, love, might just easily become a double-edged sword. PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Link: https://www.amazon.com/Lupus-Deus-Werewolf-Sophia-Moore/dp/1644341271/ref=nodl_

Summer Jacobs knew full well about her town’s tradition. Every year at the end of the summer, a party would be held on school grounds without the knowledge of the parents or the teachers. It had been happening since before Summer was born and never once was anyone the wiser. This year however, everyone was going to find out. Summer had planned a weekend of alcohol, bad decisions and horrendous photo’s which she would later un-tag herself from on Facebook. A whole weekend with her friends at the biggest party of the year, without any worries or parents telling her what to do. So how she ended up trapped in the school with a deranged psycho killing her classmates off one by one, she will never know. It wouldn’t have been as bad if she was trapped on her own. She would have been happier to face the lunatic solo rather than be trapped with a guy who kept using the life or death situation to make passes at her. His theory was being so close to death should definitely loosen her up, and by ‘loosen up’ he definitely meant ‘get naked.’ Along with his friends who between them had the IQ of a baby tree stump, an outcast who probably still had Spiderman bed sheets and the cheerleaders who were more worried about all the blood staining their new white jeans, they had to somehow make it out of there alive. And to think, Summer’s biggest worry that weekend was waking up with a brutal hangover… ©makeandoffer

"Just one little bite and I can drain all your blood," he states while planting kisses along my neck. "Better yet I'll drain your blood, kill you, then change you into a monster like me." "You won't do it," I whisper as my voice wavers with uncertainty. He chuckles against my neck. "Are you sure about that Isabel?" And then he bites me.