(+18) COMPLETED ✔ {Highest Ranks & Awards: #1 in Werewolf, #3 in Alpha, #3 in Mate, #16 in Romance, 19/11/2020} ☆☆☆☆ Mirko. Just his name is enough to invoke fear. Young in age yet ancient in his fury, with burning eyes and a bloody history of ice & fangs. His beast-more prehistoric predator than a mere Alpha-rules the shadows as ruthlessly as he rules his pack, the infamous Black Devils. Whispers speak of a curse. Wolves born without mates, destined to lose themselves to the feral madness of their inner beasts. But then came her. ☆☆☆☆ Elena paused, her gaze sweeping over him. His nostrils flared, thick veins bulged along his neck and face, and his eyes were pitch black-voids of pure darkness. Elongated, inhuman ears twitched as sharp fangs pierced his lips. Any sane person would have run for their life. But to Elena, he had never looked more beautiful. ☆☆☆☆ After this book, you'll find yourself longing for that simple, powerful word-the one we all secretly yearn to hear once in a lifetime: MATE ☆☆☆☆ Some reviews from my awesome readers: annaglowka2005: "MASTERPIECE!!!! If you read this book you probably already know how good it is, how characters have an actual personality, how reading this book makes you laugh, cry, and laugh even harder. We know it ,so what I wanted to add is the fact that the author is an amazing person." Hrishita Dhavale: "This book is amazing!! It's so far one of the only books that I've actually waited for an update. I would recommend it to anybody and everybody who loves reading Werewolf romances:)" tamicohen19: "Love love love love love love love love love this book 💕 probably going to read it again and again" irish4jane: "This book is great. The action, romance, humor, and plot are riveting. It's hard to find a book these days that do not need editing and this is one. Nicely done!" Lorine Choi "Your story keeps me wanting to read more. I honestly find its everything amazing.. I, actually, would

Completed! 💯 GXG agegap SMUT Mommy issues! When twenty-two-year-old Mara flees the wreckage of her former life, she seeks refuge at a remote guesthouse run by Sylvie Cavanaugh, a solitary woman nearly twice her age, known more for her gardens and guarded silences than any welcome. Sylvie isn't warm. She isn't inviting. But she doesn't ask questions, and that's enough for now.

"Relax," I murmured softly. My voice dropped without me even thinking about it, lower now, closer. "Is this okay?" Charlotte hesitated. I felt it in the way her shoulders shifted beneath the tension, the tiny pause before she answered. Her fingers tightened once more around the armrests. Then loosened slightly. "...Yes." The word came out quieter than before. Careful. Neither of us spoke. Then, after holding there for just a second too long, I leaned forward. Slowly-so slowly it almost felt deliberate enough to give her time to stop me, if she wanted to. The distance between us shrank inch by careful inch, my gaze flickering briefly to her lips before lifting again to her body posture, searching for any sign that I should pull back. But I didn't. And when the last trace of space between us finally disappeared, I kissed her. --- Audrey DuPont is used to the party life, smoking and drinking until the sun comes up, and throwing money without a second thought. But what happens when money can't save her? Charlotte Brown is the polar opposite of the head cheer captain. She's stoic, quiet, smart, and most of all, she isn't a trust fund kid like the rest. The only thing on her mind is graduating and making money. They both want something from each other, but as the thin line blurs between academics and attraction, they'll have to wonder: Is it really worth it?

Harper Quinn is all soft edges and vintage ribbons - the kind of girl who writes love poems she never sends and spends weekends digging through record bins. Nineteen. Bright-eyed. A little too curious. And far too drawn to the woman behind the desk. Professor Vivian Wolfe is everything Harper isn't. Forty. Composed. Cold. Draped in sharp suits and cigarette smoke, with a voice like velvet and a stare that cuts through excuses and innocence alike. Their worlds should never collide - not outside of annotated essays and closed classroom doors. But literature has always blurred the lines between longing and taboo. And Wolfe, for all her rules and red pens, starts reading Harper like a story she can't put down. She was supposed to teach her restraint. Instead, she taught her how it feels to burn.