Outcast Aella came to the Shadow Hunters pack to make a name for herself as a warrior; finding her fated mate was never the plan, particularly when he's the pack Alpha. ***** Aella Spades is determined to join the Elite Syndicate--the particular unit of Enforcers bestowed with the task to enforce, protect, and defend the Shadow Hunters. Her plans get royally screwed up the minute she enters the notorious Pack's territory, where she finds an unwelcome surprise in its Alpha--her fated mate. But with strange incursions into Shadow Hunters territory and a growing threat on the horizon, pushing Jude away is the least of her problems. As much as she doesn't want a mate, Aella and Jude will have to work together if they-and the rest of the pack-are going to make it out alive.

"Why do I want you so bad?" Princess Nazreen had never left her castle. She had no experiences of the world. Hidden away in her shell, she experienced nothing outside of her little box. Until him. "Why can't I get enough of you?" A man with his own agenda. With his own problems. With his old-fashioned ways and ruthless outlook upon the world. "Why do you taste so good?" He didn't intend to get so caught up in her. To lose focus on the mission. But one thing led to another and ... "Why do I feel so good?" There was no going back from this. 3rd Celestials instalment Can be read as a stand alone book.

"I'm not entertaining this anymore." She gave his chest another push. "Your pet's done playing games tonight." "My question," He reminded her. She held up her middle finger. "My answer." Evie Wicker is so done with the supernatural world. Like, 100% done with it. Totally. And she's quite content with her cute little human shop, her good-for-nothing boyfriend and a microwave meal every night. Oh yeah. Evie Wicker swapped out the magic spells and the witchy badassery for takeaway food and the 9 to 5. No regrets? Right... "What do you think you're doing?" Half-dressed, she rose with a tank top in hand. He cursed again at the sight of it. His night was going to be awful. With breasts like that pressed against him, what was a man to do? "I figured since I don't hold a candle to wolfy women, I've got nothing to worry about." He felt a growl building in his throat. "And we both know you're above easy witches." Century after century, Lorcan- King of the werewolves- has been comforted by the promise of her. His mate. He had expectations for greatness. Instead, he got her. Lacking. Why did she have to be a witch? "But you hate the witches." "I don't hate my witch." "You'd stop a war that's twice my age for me?" "Why else?" When he decides he wants her, will she want him back? DAILY UPDATES

"If I want to tie you to this bed you are going to let me. Because it's what I want." Orion felt how her body relaxed. After all it was what he commanded of her. He rocked his body for a moment inside of hers just savoring the feel. Feeling the sweet heat and the way it gripped him. He didn't think ecstasy was the right word for what it felt like to slam himself into her and have his release. Just thinking about doing it again made his gut clench in anticipation and his cock throb almost painfully inside of her. "If that's what you want then." She stretched her arms up above her head and her gaze just daring him to do it. Like what he wanted didn't really matter to her, she'd do as she pleased. Just the sight of her stretching out below him, daring him with her gaze and clearly asking for it, made him lose control for a moment. Which had not happened before with anyone. Mindlessly wanting them like he wanted her right then. It was just really exciting and arousing seeing her offering herself like she did. *fully available on inkitt subscription

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/

She was out of options. She needed help, a concept that was once alien to her. But with her pride stripped away and guilt weighing her down, she no other choice. If not for her, then she would do it for the sake of her child. Silent and begrudging the hunter offered her his help, curiosity scoring through the back of his mind. There was something not right about the human, something he would get answers to. Warning: This will be graphic and sexual (I do not own Predator nor the cover art)

Cyrene worked hard to become Lead Archer of her tribe- the first omega to reach the status of Lead. Yet, in the face of annihilation, her tribe forms an alliance with the strange northern Lobo tribe. But nothing ever comes for free. What price did her King agree to? This story is an omegaverse with dark elements. Please read tags.

It takes the lady-like crashing of her spaceship for stubborn Molly to find love. Attacked and forced to crash on a barbarian planet, Molly must come to terms with never leaving this world and allowing the chieftain to have his way with her, all while her attackers continue their pursuit. Molly can't seem to do anything right today. Angering the Vargosh wasn't wise but it was necessary to spare the lives of children. She never imagined those slimy lizards would chase after her and cripple her ship. Plummeting to an unknown planet, she and Amy believe the next few minutes are their last. Instead, she survives the crash and finds herself in the hands of barbarians...well, one in particular...

"You're playing a dangerous game, Leah." Underneath those thick lashes peeked jade crystals, blazing with some daring spark that once again woke that primitive greed I could not control. "You're my wife now. I can have you whenever I please." I had leaned over her as she sat in the bathtub, all tumbling hair of gold and one daring smile that had my blood rush with mad desire; an erection that throbbed since the second I had interrupted her bath. Wrenching her gaze from mine, she ran her hand over her lathery bare leg. Damnation. She was playing my resistance. "Can you? Remember the rule?" A mere glance up at me and another wave of heat rushed up my legs. When she traced her wet finger over my jaw, I had to suspend that crippling necessity to scoop her in my arms right then, and take her to my bed for the night. "Six months.. One night. Who will break it first?" Those crimson lips moved in a way that had me pulsing with lust. A growl broke from my chest with the realization of her words. A rule I made up. Hell, it was supposed to be a marriage of benefits only. Six damned months only. And yet- "The rule stands for you only." I reminded. Why was I still dressed? Why in the hell was I holding back when she sat there naked in that tub, waiting for me to ravish her? "I will never beg for a night with you, Valentine." She said the obvious. "Because you'll do it first." *** |18+ Mature Content|

The citizens of Belfort, Louisiana had never accepted the Monroe family and Lucy was no different. She had inherited the family gift of sight, she could read a person's future but only if she was present at the time of a life-changing decision. It was a heavy cross to bear. Although she could read other's futures, she had never been able to read her own, that was until she met him. The first time she saw Zebadiah Abbott she had a vision so clear that there could be no mistaking it, a future vision that included her. What she couldn't see was the danger that surrounded them and the threat it caused to their happily ever after. Are Lucy and Zebadiah strong enough or will old fears and new threats make their love an impossibility?