Maya, an innocent nurse, finds herself forced to accept protection from the Phantoms motorcycle gang, specifically the dangerous, irresistible biker, Jake Ford. ***** Maya has a normal life and a normal boyfriend, Sebastian. But one day she drops off a letter to a prison for a patient under her care, and finds herself being watched over by a dangerous, handsome biker. It turns out Maya is under the protection of Jake Ford, and despite her feelings for Sebastian, she can't resist the pull of Jake's strong arms, dark looks and chequered past. Soon criminals are coming after her, and Jake is the only one who can keep her safe. Will Maya hide behind her good-girl reputation, or let go and lose herself in the passionate world of Jake Ford? Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designer: Ren T. Photographer: Michelle Lancaster Model: Jaxon Human

you haven't really met me until it's three am and we're all alone.

Can you fall in love with someone by just reading their letters?

I hadn't always dreamed of a man to sweep me off my feet and propose underneath the twinkling moonlit stars. Yet, I hadn't ever dreamed of a god in form of a man to knock me off my feet and practically reject me, a few days after being accused and punished for causing my parents' brutal murder. But, I had always expected one thing. A man, a god, a being of an extraterrestrial manner incorrigible to the mere mortals scattered around this wicked world we call ours. I had expected him. He is the King of all Alphas. The one who rules above all forms of authority. His snarl alone was enough to send a grown man to his feet, his eyes alone enough to twist anyone into fear of no other experienced before. He was a monster. I, his mate. He was heartless. But, so was I. - © Luna Queen (2015) Victoria Leslie Khan

"i love you." "that's unfortunate." <lowercase intended>

a boy with an anxiety disorder and a girl with anorexia share laughter together through passing notes. [lowercase intended]

"I have never tasted the brightness of yellow, the calmness of blue, the cheer of green or the love of red. I felt something; still do I, but never related to colours. I only know the pureness of white and the mystery of black. Oh, and grey. For most of you, it's just a colour but it defines every little thing to me."