Injured, terrified, and on the run, Kisa never expected salvation to come wrapped in tattoos, scars, and steel. When she crashes-bloody and unconscious-into the garage of Slater Wylde, a brooding mechanic with a body built for sin, she wakes to more than just safety. She wakes to obsession... Slater is rough. Dangerous. Addictive. Precisely the kind of trouble she should run from, but his touch feels like protection and devotion. With Kisa's past still haunting her, she decides to lie low and enjoy a little bit of pleasure from the hands of a Wylde. There's only one problem: Slater has no intention of letting her go. Sometimes, the deadliest remedy comes with oil-stained hands and a possessive streak that burns through the soul.

Megan thought she had her happy ending. She was wrong. James and her might have completed their mate bond but he's still distant and cold. And external forces are threatening the pack. A witch clan is coming for Lucy, a group of werewolf hunters are in town and to top it off Boston pack's alpha is planning to reveal the existence of werewolves to the world. Copyright © 2018 | All Rights Reserved | Alyssa Brandon

“The funny thing is, in almost every teen fiction story there is a slut. No, I should say in EVERY teen fiction cliché story there actually is a slut, sometimes there’s even a man whore. Of course he’s the hot guy that usually falls in love with the main character. But sluts, no, they’re the disgrace, the walking STDs, the person that's used and abused. But what’s even more disturbing is the fact that no one knows our story. The life of a real slut. My name is Adriana, by the way; but my "friends" call me Ace. Here's my story. _________________________ Adriana Dawson- or simply Ace-is what people consider a slut, she has blonde hair and blue eyes, she dresses in tight clothing, and she has multiple sex partners. Every one knows she'll never be good for anything but laying on her back, and she knows it as well. She'll never be smart, never be successful, never know what it feels like to be in love... or so her mother constantly tells her. These were the rules of her life, and she had learn to accept them. But when she makes the mistake of falling for a guy who loves the good girl, she decides it's time to switch things around. Now this "slut" has decided to transform back into "little-miss-innocence" to catch the attention of Ryan Rider, the school's dream guy. It's just like a cliche story- except backwards. Eric Garner is what people would consider a "goth" because of his immense love of rock music and the color black. He understand he'll never fit into society, but he doesn't want to. His grades are good, his friends always have his back, and his parents accept him the way he is. The only thing he's missing is the girl he's been crushing on since the beginning of 8th grade year- Ace Dawson. So when Ace decides to switch from being the school slut, to the school nerd, to catch the attention of a complete jerk- he decides he'll change as well.Eric the Goth is now Eric the Bad Boy, and Ace the Slut is now Ace the Nerd.What could possibly go wrong?

|#2 in Romance 2/20/16| *** So he sent you here. The dirtiest, grimiest, most vile building in New York City. The building where countless have silently lost their lives. He sent you to this Five Star Hotel so you could feel the fear that comes without having his protection. He picked one of the most dangerous places in the country to send his beloved son. He sent you to the dogs, who he hoped would eat you alive. (This is a quote from the spin off but it fits)

CONTAINS VERY MATURE CONTENT. "Katarina," my name passed his lips in a gruff whisper and I felt like I was going to melt into a puddle. Rafe's hands ran over my body as he backed me up to the bed. Everywhere our skin touched a fire burned within me. It consumed me. In that moment I wanted him more than anything. I was hyper aware of his hardness pressed against me and I bit my lip. Looking into his dark eyes I could see his desire. His mouth was on my neck, his teeth grazing the skin. I let out a moan as he hit my sweet spot and I could feel his body react to it. He pressed harder against me and slowly slid a hand down the front of my jeans, leaving a tingling path as he made his way. "I want you to say it Katarina," he said. I felt his hand stroking me and I bit my lip. There was no doubt I wanted more, and he wanted to give it to me. "Say what?" I asked, my voice strained as I tried to hold my composure. "You know what," he said sliding my shirt up, sucking on my exposed breast as he teased me below. I moaned again and I could feel him smile. He thrust two fingers in and my control started breaking. I couldn't remember the previous arguments with myself, I couldn't remember why I had been so afraid of him, I couldn't remember why I had tried staying away. All I knew was I didn't want him to stop, I wanted more. "Rafe, I'm-"